Saturday 31 December 2011

More from Thomas


It all started with a phone call from my Grandmother; finally she was going to
have her hip operation but would need some help when she came out of
hospital.

My Mum said she would go and stay with her and I would stay with my Aunt Sarah who had a 14-year-old son James who was the same age as me. Her 22-year-old daughter had left home so her bedroom was available for me to use.

We journeyed down to Aunt Sarah's on Saturday to finalise the details of my stay, the
journey was quicker than we thought and we arrived half an hour early at midday.

Aunt Sarah showed us into the living room and we were greeted by the sight
of James facing the wall in a pair of girl’s yellow-brushed nylon pyjama.

Mum asked the obvious question and Sarah replied," I caught him with cigarettes, he is wearing his punishment pyjamas and if you had come a little later he would have been tucked up in bed with a well spanked bottom.”

Aunt Sarah turned to James, "Right, you naughty little boy, it appears you are going to have witnesses to your punishment, so much the better."

She summoned him toward her and placed him over her knee, pulling the yellow pyjama trousers down to expose his bare bottom and began his spanking with a ferocity of hand slapping that quickly reddened his cheeks and thighs.


While she was spanking him she scolded him, “you are a very
naughty boy and your bottom is going to be very sore when I’ve
finished with you, then it’s off to bed for the rest of the day to think about what
you’ve done."


While he was being spanked I saw something I had never seen before in
Mum’s face, unmistakably, excitement and pleasure at seeing his wriggling, reddening bottom.

After a few minutes of the hand spanking Aunt Sarah reached for her hairbrush and applied that to his bottom.


Aunt Sarah spoke to her son, insisting he repeat her words. She paused after a stroke of the hairbrush to listen to his sobbing voice say, "Please put me to bed mummy, I’m a naughty little boy who deserves to be spanked for smoking."


At last the spanking finished and James was led tearfully out of
the room by his ear and taken upstairs, we heard the curtains of
his bedroom being drawn and knew he was being tucked in for a long day of
reflection.

A few minutes later Aunty was back and she let us know that she would
let him up for tea but then he would be put back to bed. Mum said I
could go to the shops and get something to read while her and Aunt
Sarah planned my stay.

Basically I would come on Thursday and Mum would then go down to
Grannies, it was expected I would be there until almost the end of the
Holidays, what wasn’t explained to me though, was that Aunt had
insisted that while I was there I had to obey her rules which meant
being given a spanking and an early bedtime if necessary.

Mum told me much later that she thought it would be good for me to
see how others were treated but she didn’t mention anything like that
before my stay.

Thursday came and Mum dropped me off, Aunty showed me where to put my
clothes and I unpacked, while I was doing this, Mum went back to the
car and gave Aunty a white bag, with a cryptic comment that she had got
the things you suggested and was then soon on her way.

The first day passed well, I liked my Aunts cooking and after
television, both me and my cousin went to bed at 8:30, it was a bit
earlier than at home but I liked reading in bed so didn’t mind.

The next day we were having a kick about in the garden and Aunt Sarah
told us to be careful or go the park, it must have been around noon
and I got a bit carried away and gave the ball a massive kick which
resulted in a cracked window pane .In what seemed like the split
second after that this happened, Sarah appeared with a face like
thunder and I knew I was in for it.

”Right whoever kicked that ball can go to the living room and wait
for me!!”
I walked in and on the way Sarah told me I was going to pay in every
way for the damage and to stand facing the wall in the corner till she
came for me.

After a few minutes she entered with the white bag, told me to turn
around and put the contents out for me to see,
”Your mother got these for you and is quite happy for you to be
punished in any way I see fit as my condition for you staying here “.
She placed a very pink nightdress on the couch, two pairs of
pyjamas, white and yellow and another nightdress that was blue with
lots of buttons and frills.

” I think this blue one will do for today, come here “
”Please Aunty I’m sorry, so sorry I won’t do anything again, I don’t
want to go to bed, I’ll do anything to make it up to you “
Aunty grabbed me and yanked my trousers down and pulled down my
underpants with them, placing me over her knee.

”Right, what you need is a hot bottom, your mum told me she doesn’t
spank you and you clearly need one  “

She began my spanking with a rhythmic slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, to
each cheek, after each burst of five she moved to the other and when
both were red spanked my upper thighs all the time saying “your a
naughty, naughty boy, where do you want to go when Aunty has warmed
you?”

I resisted at first but she just carried on and eventually I said “ I
want to got to bed, please put me to bed, please Aunty”
”Good, we are making progress, your wish will be granted and what do
you want to wear to your bed?”


”Anything you want me to wear Aunty”

”Now we are getting somewhere, I think that pretty blue nightdress
would be perfect, would you like me to dress you?”

”Yes Aunty” I was thinking at least she won’t spank me anymore but I
was wrong.

Aunty stood me up and took of my shoes and socks and removed my
trousers and underpants, my shirt followed and I was naked

”Now arms up”
.
She took the label out of the nightdress which was brand new and put
it over my head and pushed my arms through the long sleeves, it fell
to the floor and she did up the buttons on the front to the neck and
the buttons on the sleeves.

”Almost ready for bed, just a little taste of the hairbrush to come
and I’ll take you up”

Once more I found myself over her knee and she lifted up the hem of
the nightdress over my back and gave me 20 or so hard stinging smacks
with the hairbrush, these hurt so much that I began to cry.

”Time for beddy byes” and with that she took me by the ear to the
stairs where I was told to say goodnight to my cousin who had kept
away from my punishment.

I was led to the bedroom and told to close the curtains and under no
circumstances was I to look out or the would be consequences, nor
could I leave the bed except to go to the lavatory and if I abused
that permission, then it would be withdrawn.

She pulled back the covers and told me to get in, with a final word
that I was not to read or otherwise try and make the time pass as this
was punishment and any disobedience on my part would be met with a
period of early bedtimes and other discipline. Then she tucked me in.

She left me with a “goodnight poppet”, although the clock that faced
the bed said it was only about a quarter past one and I lay down on my
side as my bottom was too sore for anything else.

I had never been punished like this before and it was so boring, the
sunlight streamed in and I just tried to sleep but I couldn’t and the
nightdress was warm and rode up my back.

At half past five she came back and told me I could come down for a
light supper but I was put back to bed soon after following a bath and
I stayed there till 10 the next morning when I was allowed to get up
and put my clothes back on.



After I was finally allowed up on the Saturday morning, we all had
breakfast together, James suggested we go for a walk and get out of the
house and Aunt Sarah didn’t mention my punishment which I was
grateful for and hoped it would never happen again

I didn’t feel like a lot of sitting down anyway and Aunt Sarah said
”that’s a good idea, show him around the neighbourhood but make sure
your back by 4, at the latest James, as we’ve got your scout camp to
pack for, and you have to be ready to be picked up at 7 in the
morning tomorrow.”

Outside and away from the house James said “how did it feel, I
shouldn’t think you’ve ever been punished like that before, it
happens to me about once every six weeks but I think she’s right about
the cigarettes, I’m not stupid really, I just wanted to try them and I
won’t again”

Then he added “one thing that was different about your punishment was,
I have never been put into a nightdress, your Mum bought those night
clothes but I overheard them talking about the conditions of your stay
and I’m sure my Mum told yours just to get pyjamas for you”

I said I didn’t know , I had been out when they discussed my stay but
told him about the look on Mum’s face when he was being spanked and it
how it gave me an ominous feeling of the future.

James then said” well what will be will be, what does it feel like to
wear one anyway”

I thought about it for a few moments and said” terrible, I saw Mum
giving Aunt that white bag when I arrived but I had no idea what was
in it, then when she took them out, I thought they can’t be for me
and then after she told me that the blue one would do for bed I felt
so ashamed that I was being treated this way .I thought there is no
way you are going to put me in that but that spanking really hurt.”

I paused and felt a tear in my eye as the previous days events
replayed themselves and continued
”it’s very soft and a bit too long, when I was in bed I did touch the
material a bit and it’s like a fine cotton and not too uncomfortable
but when she put it over my head, I felt so ashamed and embarrassed
and silly and naughty and powerless, she certainly has a way with
her, your Mum”

Then I asked him how did he pass the time in bed when he was being
punished.

”Probably a bit like you, thinking about how you got there, promising
yourself this will be the last time and thinking about something you
can do when your free, and please remember the rules never be caught
looking out of the window and don’t loiter on the landing if you have
to go to the toilet, never be caught reading, just lie there, it’s
very boring but if you break the rules you really will regret it and
be given double punishment, that means bed at midday and allowed up
only for a light meal and a very long spanking , Mum likes total
compliance”

As we walked around the corner James pointed out a house that faced
the back of ours.

”That’s Mrs Perkins, I know she used to punish her children a bit like
Mum as her daughter went to school with Julie, who you will probably
meet tomorrow when she comes around for tea and I remember Julie saying
a few times, that she’d gone round to play but Mrs Perkins told she
had been put to bed for the afternoon with a sore bottom. She’s was a
police woman now.”

James then warned me about Mrs Perkins “She’s a nosey cow and I’d keep
away if I was you, if you want to keep out of bed, just do what Mum
says and don’t do anything to annoy her, that’s the best advice I can
give you”


We didn’t talk anymore about my punishment or his after that and he
showed me all the local sights, all his friends were scouts and he
couldn’t think of anyone for me to play with while he was away but it
was only for a week, he would be gone on Sunday morning at 7 and be
back the following Saturday some time in the afternoon.

We made sure we got back for 4, mindful of the instructions and James
and Aunt Sarah got his things together while I watched the football
results, then we had tea together and both went to bed at 9 as it was
Saturday.
The window had been fixed as well by a friend of Sarah’s and he’d only
charged £25 for the glass which I was told would be coming out of the
money Mum had left for me, I didn’t mind as I had enough left, so I
paid promptly so as not to give any reason for complaint.

On Sunday, James got off for his break on time and I went out for a
walk after lunch and got back 4 ‘o’ clocks, so far the day was going
well but then it changed!

We had tea together, that was fine but then at 5 Aunt Sarah told me
to have a shower and come down in my dressing gown and slippers, I
asked why and she told me,
”the night clothes your mum got you may need adjusting, that blue
nightdress is a little too long and I’m sure the pink one will be as
well and we don’t know if the pyjamas will fit, so go upstairs now
and do what your told”

I protested forgetting in an instant all I had discussed with James.

”Do as your told, I was going to let you stay up till 9 again tonight
but now your looking at a 7.30 bedtime, if you want to go to bed now
carry on, and you will still have to wear pyjamas or are
you asking for another session with the hair brush, it’s all fine
with me”

I suddenly realised what I was doing and came down 15 minutes later,
dressed as instructed.

”That’s better, you look clean, I’ve laid out your clothes, what do
you want to try on first”

Before I could answer she picked up the pink nightdress, told me to
take off the dressing gown, and she held it against me and I could
see it was going to reach to my ankle.

Then she said “arms up you know the drill now” and pulled it down,
the nightdress had a round collar and was detailed with lace on the
bodice, neck and sleeves, I didn’t know these words then, by the way
but it was very girly, with tiny little blue flowers in the pattern.
The fabric was soft and there was a trace of perfume.

”Now walk about, I know you won’t be walking much if I have to put it
on you but let’s see how it looks” and she gave a little laugh

I walked to the door and back and while my back was to the door, it
opened giving me a start.

”Hello Julie meet your cousin, I’m making sure his night clothes fit
him, I had to put him to bed the other day for breaking a window and I
very much doubt that it will be the last time while he’s staying
here, his Mum bought them for him as a surprise, isn’t he lucky!

”Thanks Mum, carry on, I’ll get a bit of tea in the kitchen and we
can have a chat when you’ve finished, incidentally I might have
something upstairs that would suit him, what time is he going to bed?”

”It was going to be 9 but he was a bit slow to do what he was told, so
it will 7.30”

Julie left the room and Aunt Sarah said,” your pink nightdress is
fine, let’s try the blue now, I think it need a little shortening
but I won’t alter it permanently in case your Mum wants you to grow
into it “

The same procedure followed, and the bottom hem was marked to be
tacked while I was wearing it, Sarah said while she was making the
marks on the hem.

”You are lucky boy, it’s a very pretty nightdress, your Mum has good
taste, the frills and bow to the neck are lovely detailing, now
take it off and I can make the change, while I’m doing it you can put
on the yellow pyjamas”

I did as I was told, while watching the clock creep to 7 and then
the phone rang, Aunty answered it and I heard her say

”That is good news, the operation went well and she’s home now,
fantastic news, I had to put him to bed the other day and he’s
trying on the nighties and pyjamas you got him now, I’m altering the blue one , do
you want to speak to him?”

Sarah handed the phone to me and Mum said “ Granny’s fine but I will
have to stay with her for the rest of the school holidays to get her
back on her feet, if you’re a good boy you won’t have to wear the
nighties I left for you and I’m very disappointed that you’ve already
been punished, now be good from now on and tell Sarah I’ll ring back
later when she’s sorted you out .Be very, very good, I love you” and
she rang off

I told Aunty what Mum planned and she said the pyjamas looked fine
and she wouldn’t alter them , but they felt so strange to me , with no
fly at the front and the yellow colour had a little pattern of bees
and flowers , Aunty told me to take them off and try on the white
one’s., These had a big ruffle down the front and although plain in
colour you would never have mistaken them for boy pyjamas.

As she had promised, Julie came back in with something over her arm,
as she came closer I could see it was a white nightdress, “ this
might suit him Mum, I bought it ages ago at Past Times but I don’t
really like it, it’s too Victorian for me, do you want him to try it
on, if you like it, he can have it” and she gave it to Aunt.


Aunt held it against me and it was about the right length, then she
told me to take of the pyjamas, and put my arms up and she put it on
me, it was very roomy and the cotton was very cold after the warm
pyjamas, but for those who know, although I didn’t at the time, Past
Times specialised in the Victorian look, so there was no mistaking the
female look with frills and little buttons to the neck and collar, I
hated it but kept my tongue still

”Thanks Julie, he looks lovely in it and I was going to put him back
in his yellow pyjamas  but he can wear it to  bed  where he is going
now!


I knew it was coming, as Aunty didn’t sound like someone who ever
changed her mind and the clock said 7.25, she told me to gather up my
night clothes, put my dressing gown and slippers on and march
upstairs and say goodnight to Julie.

I did as I was told and she followed behind me, into the bedroom. I
was told to fold my nightwear neatly and put them in a drawer, when
this was done to her satisfaction, she left the room but soon came
back with a small bottle of perfume and sprayed a few drops in my
nightdress and pyjama drawer, to make my clothes smell nice she
said.

She hadn’t come back with just the perfume though; in her other hand
was the hairbrush!!!! And she told me
”you should have gone to bed unpunished at 9 but you earned yourself an
earlier bedtime, I am not going to make you very sore, just 10
smacks and then bed for the night.
Now hang up your dressing gown and pass me a pair of your boy
pyjamas, I am going to confiscate them till I can be sure of your
behaviour and when I have confiscated your other pair, you know what
you will wearing even to a normal bedtime.
Then close the curtains and join me over my knee”

I did as I was told and passed her my pyjamas, she thanked me and
threw them out on the landing, then she put me over her knee and
lifted up the cotton night dress and spanked me alternatively on each
cheek, of course it hurt but not as bad as the other day, when she
finished, she said “now what do you say?”

I thought for a moment and said thank you for my spanking and would
she please put me to bed and thank you for altering my nightdresses
and pyjamas and to pass on my thanks to Julie for her lovely gift
which I still hated, I wanted to avoid any further punishment
tomorrow and get back to my normal bedtime.

She drew back the covers and made me comfortable and wished me
goodnight


when she went down, I heard a lot of laughing from the living room
, which I presume, was at my expense but I just tried to sleep, with sun
shining through.



At 8 ‘o’ clock the next day, Aunt Sarah woke me and told me that we
were going shopping today and that I was expected to be on my best
behaviour if I wanted to avoid a smacked bottom and an early bedtime.

She then told me to get up and get dressed, remarking about how
pretty the Victorian nightdress I was wearing was and how I must be
looking forward to putting it on again, I was a bit grumpy and said “
I want to wear my own pyjamas, not nightdresses”

She replied quickly “I’ll ignore that for now but anymore lip and the
hairbrush will be out and all you’ll be doing in spending more of your
holiday time in bed, now get washed and get dressed, this is your
final warning!”

I did as I was told and joined her for breakfast and we went out just
before 10, to the local supermarket, while we were there I did
everything she told me, getting things of the shelves and following
her list faithfully and I thought the visit has gone well, surely I
couldn’t get in any trouble, a visit to the cinema was even mentioned
as we left the supermarket and returned to the car park.

But I was wrong, when we reached Aunty’s car, I swung the trolley
around, but a bit to hard and it clipped the rear light of the car
parked next door with a crack of breaking plastic.

”Oh you stupid boy, what did you do that for, I’ll have to leave a
note and hope whoever owns the car is understanding, and you can
forget the cinema”

”I’m sorry Aunty, really sorry, I didn’t mean to do it, I’ll pay
for the damage”

”Yes you will, in more ways than one! “


While this was going on, a lady who I’d seen at another till came up
to us, and said “ Sarah what’s happened here”

Aunt Sarah replied “hello Mrs Perkins, it’s my nephew being careless,
he let the trolley hit your car but he’ll pay for the damage, could
you find out how much it will cost and let me know?”

” I was going to see the man who fixes the car after this, because I
had trouble starting it this morning, I’ll give you a call later “

Then she added,” I hope he’s going to be punished for this, that
little car takes me everywhere”

”Oh he will, believe me as, soon as we get home it’s on with his
nightwear and over my knee for a good spanking”

Mrs Perkins, living up to what James had told me on our walk said “ is
he sleeping in Julie’s old room, I noticed the curtains where closed
early on Friday ?”

”Yes he is, I put him to bed for breaking a window and he was in bed
early last night, you didn’t catch him looking out did you, because
if you did, he’ll really be in for it!”

”No I can’t say I saw him but I’ll keep an eye out from now on and
ring you later Bye”

Aunty told me to unload the trolley and get in the car and be silent
while she thought about my punishment to come and we went home.

We got back to the house and I carried the shopping in to try and
lessen my impending fate, and I started putting things away, Aunty
went upstairs when she came down she said

”you are going to bed for the rest of today, I will let you up for
supper but it will be bed straight afterwards, if Mrs Perkins comes
around you will properly apologise but now you are going to have a
bath and then you are going to get a spanking you won’t forget in a
hurry, also I have taken your last pair of boys pyjamas from your
room , you won’t need them the rest of your stay, upstairs now !!”

She told me to go in the bathroom and she undressed me very quickly,
but not too quickly to put a few slaps on my bottom, and told me to
get in the bath.

She soaped me all over and while she washed me she said “and don’t
think this will be over today, you will be staying in tomorrow and
will wear your white pyjamas all day, you can help me with the
housework and you will have an early bedtime and a nap in the
afternoon, that should keep you out of trouble, I hope your looking
forward to it I am”

After she had washed me to her satisfaction, she dried me off with a
sprinkle of talcum and a spray of perfume which told me was because of
my impending bedtime and took me to her bedroom where my pink
nightdress was laid out on her bed together with a slipper and
hairbrush.

”Your a very naughty boy and soon you are going to be a very sore
bottomed boy, now arms up”

She put the nightdress on me and almost before the hem had hit my
ankles, pulled me over her knee and she said every time I hit your
bottom say thank you and then it began, first with the slipper

SPANK

Thank you!

SPANK

Thank you!

AND ON AND ON IT WENT

I could see my bottom glowing in her mirror and the hairbrush spanking
was so painful I begged her through tears to stop and soon after she
did

”Now thank me and ask me to put you to bed”


”Aunty, please will you put me to bed and thank you for spanking me “

She took me to my room and told me to draw the curtains, as I did so I
saw Mrs Perkins wave at me.

Just after I was put to bed, the phone rang and I heard Aunty tell
her to come around at 4, which was over three hours away for me.

At a few minutes to 4, Aunt got me up and put on my dressing gown and
we waited for her visit, which followed soon after she had been made a
cup of tea.

Mrs Perkins got down to business,”it will cost £30 for the indicator,
the paint damage will be another £50 but if he will do some gardening
for me, I’ll take  £50 for both”

Aunty said “that seems very fair but it will have to wait till after
tomorrow, he’s having a punishment day all day today and the next”

Then she told me to take of my dressing gown and show my sore
red bottom to Mrs Perkins telling her to give me few if she wanted.

Mrs Perkins said “what a lovely nightdress, I suppose he doesn’t like
it but he looks very pretty in it, he reminds me of my daughter, a
policewoman now, who also had a few early nights at his age, perhaps
just a few then for the damage”

Aunty told me to go to Mrs Perkins who put me over her knee and bared
my red rump, she brought her hand down hard and swift 10 times and
each time I yowled in agony
When she’d finished, I was given my tea and taken back to bed while
Mrs Perkins watched. While I was placed back in bed Aunty told her
about my pyjamas being confiscated and that I had only two pairs of my
naughty boy ones plus the blue nightdress and Victorian one which she
showed her and were much admired

Down stairs, I heard Mrs Perkins and Aunty agree I would garden on
Wednesday and Thursday and Mrs Perkins also said she might be able to
find something from her daughters old clothes I might like!

The next day I was dressed as Aunty promised in my white pyjamas and
up at 8 ‘o’clock, I   spent the morning washing and cleaning but was
put to bed for a nap with curtains drawn at 11.
At 1 ‘o’clock I was allowed up and after dinner we spent the afternoon
upstairs where I changed the beds under Aunty’s instructions, leaving
my own till last, when it had been done, I was told to draw the
curtains and to go to bed, it was 3.45. I stayed there till 5.45
and then Aunty came and got me up, made me put on my blue nightdress
and dressing gown and gave me my tea.

At 6.30 after a very quick shower I was back in bed for the night but
at least my still very tender bottom was left alone. So ended my
punishment day.

The next day, we both went to Mrs Perkins at 9.30, when we got there
she made a cup of tea for Aunty and I gave her the £50 for the
damage. She then showed me what she wanted doing, mainly weeding and
grass cutting and told me where the tools were kept, she also said  “
I’ve seen you being put to bed and it won’t do you any harm, now be a
good boy from now on”

While I started my gardening duties a selection of very girly pyjamas
was produced indoors for selection and Mrs Perkins said” she won’t want
these anymore and she was about his size at 14, take what you want for
him, do you think he should try them on”

Aunty said “that work will take a couple of days , would you like him
to stay for the night and we can put them on him later?”

Mrs Perkins said “that’s fine with me, it will help reinforce his
lesson for the accident, I’ll sort out her old room and perhaps you
would join me for tea at 5 and we can bathe and dress him later, what
time do you think he should go to bed?”

Aunty said “see how he behaves, I would say 8 ‘o’ clock because he
has been put to bed early and we’ll keep these pyjamas a secret, I’ll
let him think he will be wearing a pair of his confiscated one’s
without making a promise. Of course if there’s any naughtiness a much
earlier bedtime will be justified as well as a spanking”

Aunty left and told me that I would be staying which quite excited me
at the time, Assumed I was being given back my pyjamas as well I was
staying away from home.

At 5’o’clock Aunty returned and we had tea, Mrs Perkins said I had done
very well and she was pleased with my work but then the blow fell.

Mrs Perkins said “Sarah has told me, you need more pyjamas as yours
have been confiscated
for your bad behaviour, you can have a bath to wash the dirt off and
then you can try them on down here, right it’s bath time come on”

They both followed me upstairs and Mrs Perkins told me to go in the
first room on the right and get in the bath, Aunty followed me in and
started to wash while Mrs Perkins brought my pyjamas downstairs to
warm. A few minutes later she joined Aunty and me with a girly
dressing gown and they both washed and dried me. Mrs Perkins said I hope you like your pyjamas but the dressing gown made me fearful

We came down the stairs and I saw that an array of extremely girlish
yellow and pink pyjamas, some extremely frilly were laid out in the
living room, I said “WHERE ARE MY PYJAMAS!!”

The answer from both was “these are yours!”

Both of them then proceeded to put me in them, jacket by one and
trousers by another with me, feebly resisting till Aunt Sarah said,
”you are an extremely ungrateful boy, I confiscated your pyjamas for
a good reason and told you what you will be wearing for the rest of
your stay, we were going to let you stay up till 8 but not now and we
are both going to warm your bottom which they did, while I was wearing
a flowery yellow pair.

After the spanking finished they both followed me up to bed with the
promise that I had better behave or else and that I could look forward
to another day of gardening with a 5 ‘o’ clock bedtime to end the
next day.



The flowery yellow pyjamas I was wearing as I went up the stairs were a
little big for me, the waist was elasticated but they were quite a
bit longer in the leg and the top was much bigger than either my own
pyjamas or those I had been wearing at Aunty’s so I suspected that
Mary who was the policewoman daughter of Mrs Perkins must have been a
big girl!

They both followed me into the bedroom which looked much more old
fashioned than Julie’s and Mrs Perkins drew the curtains which made
Aunty say” I always make them do that, I think it reinforces the
message that naughtiness and cheek results in bed with a sore bottom “
while she said this she drew back the covers to reveal very soft
looking pink flannelette sheets to encase me for the night.

She added “now in you get dearest and be very good for Mrs Perkins or
else, I’ll be back tomorrow to take you home, when you’ve finished
off your gardening and if I get a good report, I may let you stay up
till “8”.

They tucked me in and went downstairs, it was about 6 and the sun
streamed through the curtains and I could hear them laughing about my
predicament, with Aunty saying how lovely the pyjamas Mrs Perkins had
given her were and how I would love growing into them. About an hour
later the front door banged and Aunty left with the rest of my new
pyjamas to add to the growing collection at her house.
A minute or so afterwards, the bedroom door opened and Mrs Perkins
came up to me and told me, I could come down for a bit of supper and
she gave me a dressing gown to wear and a pair of slippers.


Over supper, Mrs Perkins explained that her daughter had been like
me, that she had come home with alcohol on her breath when she was 14
and how she was getting into bad company and looked like failing all
her exams and the only way to cure her had been to introduce a regime
of early bedtimes, spankings and making her catch up with her
schoolwork on pain of even earlier bedtimes but she’d regretted
letting her daughter’s friends like Julie know how she was punished
as it must have been embarrassing for her.

I told her that judging by my experience of my Aunt I was sure Julie
had the same if not worse.
She also told me that she had had a hard marriage and when her husband
left her she had to work very hard to keep a roof over their heads
and wanted the best for Mary, and how in her job as a school secretary
(which was why she had the same holidays as me), she thought a little
discipline was missing from many of the pupils lives.

She took me back to my bed at 8 and tucked me in again, while I lay
their, I wished I’d been staying with Mrs Perkins, Aunt Sarah seemed
to relish punishing me much more and I was sure I hadn’t seen the
worst of her temper yet.

Around 9, the phone began ringing and I could hear Mrs Perkins saying
”of course he can stay for a few more days, there’s plenty of work
for him and it’s a big help to me,” then she added “no I don’t need
any night clothes for him, I’ve got some pretty nighties he can
wear, keep his pyjamas but could you drop off some day clothes” she
finished with a “see you at 8”

Mrs Perkins got me up in good time for Aunty who arrived promptly to
tell me “I got a call from the scout leader last night, there has
been some local flooding were the scout camp is, and the minibus has
been damaged , they want some responsible parents to come and collect
their boys and help get others to the train or bus station and  make
sure they get on the right one home.

I’m going now and when I’ve sorted it out I’m going to give James a
little treat for a few days in Blackpool on the way back, so Mrs
Perkins has said you can stay here till Sunday. I’ve left some clothes
and money for you and told your mum where you are, be very good for
Mrs Perkins, if hear of any naughty behaviour, I’ll put you straight
to bed when I get home and you’ll be begging me to stop spanking
you, understand!!”

”Yes Aunty”

And with a good bye, she was gone and we had breakfast together and I
got on with my work which was tidying the shed outside and later I
could paint the fence and there was plenty more for me to do, so Mrs
Perkins said.


Things were going well, and I was enjoying the work, we had a nice
dinner together at 1 and I
was repairing the fence for painting in the afternoon and had almost
finished at 4.30 ready for painting with wood preservative tomorrow
when I hit my fingers with the hammer.

I cried out in pain, that bloody well hurts,”
Mrs Perkins came out and I saw yet another side to her
”I won’t have language like that, your a rude naughty boy, what will
the neighbours think, come in now, this minute!”

Inside she said to me “right it’s bath, nightdress, spanking, tea
and then bed for you for the night”

”Please Mrs Perkins, I’ve done a good job today”

”You have but the whole neighbourhood will have heard that racket,
come on, I won’t have language like that in my house” and she took me by
the ear to the bathroom and ran a bath, she left the bathroom and
came back a few minutes later with a very long and very girlish pink nightdress with little hearts, a lace collar and sleeves and puff shoulders, it was made of soft winceyette. She draped the nightie over the radiator to warm while she supervised my bath.

My thumb and fingers had stopped throbbing as badly now and I wished I
had been more stoic, she undressed me and I got in the bath where she
soaped me all over and cleaned every nook and cranny, she dried me off
in a big fluffy towel and with an “arms up”, pulled the soft warm nightdress
over my head and it cascaded to the floor. She straightened the sleeves, buttoned the Peter Pan collar up to the neck and ushered me onto the landing. It was difficult to walk in the nightdress because of its length and I raised it up as we went down the stairs.

”Now it’s a good spanking for you” and she pulled me over her knee
rising up the hem of the nightdress over my back.

Unlike Aunty, Mrs Perkins didn’t use a hair brush or slippers to
supplement her hand and she was very, very, strong, each smack powered
into my bottom sending me forward.

Smack!!!

”Ooooow!”

”What a naughty boy you are, you so deserve this for your foul
language!”

Smack!!!

”Ooooow”

After about 10 really hard whacks, the door opened and a voice I had
never heard before said,

”Who is this mum, why is he being spanked and why is he wearing that
old nightdress of mine, I hope his Mum approves, I wouldn’t like to
have to arrest you?

I turned around and it was Mary in her smart police uniform, a woman
quite large now and a big child I would think, come for tea as usual
on a Thursday, who gave me a little smile.

”It’s Sarah’s nephew, he has to stay here a few days as James is
flooded out at his scout camp and they are going to have some time
together in Blackpool when she picks him up, so he’s staying here till
Sunday.


She has given me her full permission to discipline him and he’s been
having very early bedtimes because of his naughtiness while he’s been
staying with her, he was swearing the most foul language just before
you came so he needs a lesson, and he damaged my car at the
supermarket on Monday as well”

”But why isn’t he wearing his own pyjamas?”

”His mother dropped him of last Thursday and she has gone to care for
his Grandmother, as far as I can gather, he’s a bit like you were at that
age and she gave Sarah some very feminine nightclothes for him to wear
if he was naughty, I’ve given her all your old pyjamas and he looked
lovely in the pink ones last night and the two nightdresses I still
have of yours will suit him”

Mary smiled at me and said “ I remember the time you put me to bed
with a sore button, I so wanted it to end, but I’m a Sergeant now
and have my own house so I can’t complain, you better finish his
punishment and then we can have tea.”

All this happened in the late 70’s, it wasn’t that unusual then for a
bed punishment preceded by a good, hard, bare bottom, spanking to
happen then, certainly up to 16 years old anyway, the girly
nightclothes were unusual but no one really questioned things then the
way they do now, and as I write this, I’m sure a lot of parents
would have done the same if they had thought of it.

Mrs Perkins then dealt out another intense round of smacks to my rear
and then she allowed me to join them at the table with the soft
winceyette barely cushioning my red bottom

We had a nice tea and then she said  “come on bedtime, you naughty
boy, let’s get you tucked in, out of the way, upstairs now!”

Mrs Perkins took me by the ear up the stairs with a “I hope you’ve
learned your lesson, if you have, you can stay up later tomorrow,
and if you finish the painting in the morning, we’ll go out to the
the cinema and wimpey bar”

She closed the bedroom curtains, lifted the covers and tucked me in
and told me, as it was early I could read for a bit, something Aunt
Sarah never would have allowed but it was lights out at 8.30 sharp and
so it was, although the sun still came through the curtains for quite
a while after.

At some point Mary must have gone home but I didn’t hear her go and I
eventually fell asleep.

Work went well the next day and I enjoyed treating the fence and best
of all Mrs Perkins kept her word and we had a good day out and didn’t
get in till 8 when she put me into my other new nightdress, a very
frilly pink creation and I had some sandwiches with her before going
to bed at 9 on my own which was a pleasant change.

The day after was good as well, I finished a few more jobs and she
took me out again to a play produced by the amateur dramatics
society, I think it was “ An Inspector Calls” but I don’t really
remember now.
On the way back I asked Mrs Perkins not to tell Aunty about my early
bedtime for spanking but she told me she would have to tell Sarah if
she asked, as she lived a truthful life, I think she was a bit
religious but I knew I would regret her honesty

On Sunday around 2 “o” clock, Sarah turned up with James in the
back of the car and he got out to have a chat with me while Aunty and
Mrs Perkins got my things together.
James told me about the flood and how it had done a lot of damage but
he’d liked Blackpool, he also warned me Aunty was in a foul mood over
an argument she had had with the landlady when she went to pay the
bill this morning, so I better be careful!


Aunty summoned me back into the house to say goodbye and thank Mrs
Perkins and I thought I was in the clear over my early bedtime for
swearing and we went home complete with a bag containing the two
nightdresses and the pyjamas I had worn on my first night.

We went in and Aunty told me to put my clothes away and to put the
dirty ones in the washing basket, Mrs Perkins had washed my work and
day clothes for me as well as the blue nightdress and my pyjamas, so
there was only last night’s nightdress to wash and what I had on which
I told Aunty.

She ignored me and I put everything away, while I was hanging up the
nightdress in my wardrobe, I heard the bath running and then Aunty
told me to come down.

She said “Mrs Perkins told me you had done a very job for her and if
she had had to pay someone it would have cost her quite a lot of money
which is in your favour, however she also told me about putting you to
bed for swearing on Thursday night and I told you what would happen if
you were naughty. Your bath will almost be ready and then you are
going to bed, because of your good work for her I am only going to
hand spank you, although I suspect the hairbrush is what you really
need, upstairs now!! “

As she marched me upstairs I passed James on the stairs and Aunty told
him what was happening and why but there was nothing he could do for
me.

The rest followed the pattern, I was quickly stripped and put in the
bath, towelled off and taken back to the bedroom where I was placed
in another pair of the pyjamas I had been given by Mrs Perkins, they
were very pale yellow with little flowers and Aunty only put the
jacket on me at first, doing up all the buttons to the Peter Pan
collar
She then spanked me and even though it was only with her hand, by then
my bottom was quite tender from all the other punishment it had
received and it brought  a tear to my eye.

Aunty finished of by saying “on with your bottoms, I hope you’ve
learned a lesson, I doubt it though!”
And she held them out for me to step in, like the others they were
large and Aunty, I thought, rather nastily, let the elasticated waist
ping against my sore bottom before tucking the jacket in to the
trousers and telling me to close the curtains.
While I was closing them I saw Mrs Perkins hanging out her washing and
she blew me a kiss.

Aunty tucked me in and closed the bedroom door with the usual
instructions not to read or look out the window. I did get caught
looking out once by Mrs Perkins the next Saturday but she never told
Aunty, I think she always felt guilty about that Sunday when she
effectively made sure I was put to bed by her honesty.

It was just after 3, and at 6, I was allowed down for tea, whilst we
were having tea, the phone rang, Aunty answered it and it was Mum who
asked to speak to me after she had been brought up to date on my
behaviour.

She said “ we’ll really be having a good conversational about your
behaviour when we get home, but that can wait, your Grandmother is much
better and can almost cope with the help of a friend of hers from a
few doors down. I am going to stay one more week but will pick you up
next Sunday, Aunt Sarah has my continuing permission to punish you
whenever you need it so try and be a good boy next week or else!
Now finish your tea, and when your Aunty puts the phone down you are
to ask her to give you 10 with the hairbrush on your bare bottom and
then put you back to bed, I’ll check, now put your Aunt back on”

They spoke for about 15 minutes and Aunt ended the call with a “
fine, that will be great, see you Sunday, bye! “ and she put the
phone down.
Before she came back to the table, I told her what Mum had asked me
to tell her and she said “just as well, your Mum told me as well, if
you hadn’t you’d have got double and you would be going to bed at
midday tomorrow, James fetch my hairbrush! And be quick if you don’t
want a dose as well”

He was down in less than a minute and while he was gone my pyjama
trousers were removed and she put her leg over mine to prevent me
kicking her as I reacted to the spanking, he handed the brush to her.

” I really hope your mother punishes you when she gets you home, you
are a very naughty boy and I think the best thing for you would be a
week of very early bedtimes, one’ o clock would be late enough for
you! You’re getting 20 anyway 10 from each of us”

Then she smacked me with brush, 5 on one cheek, 5 on the other
followed by another 10 which were excruciating and brought me to
tears


Once again she let the pyjama elastic ping against my bottom which
added to the pain.


”Beddy-byes now for you, say goodnight to James “ which I did and
then she took me back upstairs and put me in bed.


This wasn’t the worst though that I was to experience, next Saturday
when my Aunty’s sister in law visited with her two daughters would be
an event I would never forget and then I had the return home with Mum
and her own plans.

Of course this Sunday night I had no idea of the future.



Aunt Sarah woke me up on Monday morning at 8 “o” clock with the
promise that any misbehaviour would involve a prompt and painful
return to bed, she also told me that because of my conduct
yesterday, I was not to leave my bedroom that morning and must lie in
bed until midday when I would be allowed up and able to go out with
James.

I gave her a look of annoyance which she picked up on, by drawing back
the sheets, taking me from my bed and ripping my pyjama bottoms down
and then spanking me

”You really are a most disagreeable child, every time I spank that
naughty bottom of yours, I know I’m doing your Mother a favour and I
hope she continues to give you just what you need, don’t ever look
that way at me again” and as she said this she rained spanks down on
my sore bottom.

When she’d finished, she took off my pyjama jacket and got out the
white cotton nightdress that Julie had given me saying” maybe this will
suit you better “, as she redressed me and put me back in bed.

Aunty did keep her promise though and I was allowed up at 1pm, a bit
later, but at least I could go out today, when she’d put me in the
nightdress, I had thought, that’s it, a long day in bed to look
forward to and all for a look, what a relief.

I had my breakfast / dinner with James and we went out, it was good
to see him again after my long week at the mercy of his Mum and Mrs
Perkins .We played a bit of football in the park with some of his
friends and as the gentleman he is, no mention was made of my
punishment.


We had been told to be back for 6 and both of us made sure we kept to
that schedule, neither of us had any wish to experience the
consequences of coming home late.

When we got home at 5.55, Aunty had made a spaghetti Bolognese and
although I was put back into my Victorian nightdress at 7.30 and James
told to put his pyjamas on at 8.30, we weren’t told to go to bed till
9 which was a relief after last week’s events.

And so the week proceeded on a happy note, from Tuesday to Friday,
Aunty still told me when to get up, whereas James could leave his
bedroom himself and I was always dressed for bed whereas he dressed
himself but still I was up at 9 for those four mornings and the
Saturday and I thought to myself, just get through the next 24 hours.

James showed me around the nearby town and I was beginning to forget
my previous experiences, we even bumped into Mrs Perkins and I told him
about what it was like staying there and how she had both caused me
and spared me a spanking and no doubt some punishment bedtime as well.

I also told him about police woman Mary and he told me about the flood
that had disrupted his scouting holiday and how Blackpool was a
little bit down at heel and for once life didn’t seem bad at Aunty’s.

James also let me know that Aunty had bought me a surprise to take
home but he didn’t know exactly what it was but I was soon to find
out.
And of course I was looking forward to seeing Mum and getting to the
bottom, if you will pardon the pun, of why she had bought such pretty
but extremely feminine and girly nightwear for me and why Aunty had
been allowed to confiscate my pyjamas and inflict such pain on my
bottom.

So Friday passed into Saturday with no spankings, no particularly
early bedtimes and it started well.

Aunt Sarah had been married but unlike Mrs Perkins and Mum, she was a
widow, James told me his father had been a planning officer for the
council and had a heart attack at work, leaving her and him
financially well provided for, so she didn’t need to work and only
took the odd part time job to stave off boredom.

The consequence of this was she kept in touch with her husbands
relatives and she was due a visit on Saturday by her sister in law
Anne and her two daughters Sophie and Camilla aged 14 and 12
respectively.

That Saturday morning, Aunty got me up without any threat or
punishment and I helped her tidy the house, James went out to see a
friend in the scouts and all seemed fine till they arrived.


I suppose Anne was a distant Aunt of mine and the two girls were my
cousins but I’ve never understood relationships beyond immediate
family, anyway it started ok, they had arrived at one o’clock so it
was natural that we had a meal together and when we’d eaten, Sophie
said, “if Francis doesn’t wash up, will you put him to bed Aunty
Sarah.”

I thought the Aunties had been talking about me, and it didn’t bode
well.

Sarah said “ I would, if he was naughty, he’s had a few early nights
while he’s been here, I don’t think 14 years, is too old for a
spanking and an early night for any naughty child” Camilla laughed at
this.

Before things got any further, Anne said, “why don’t they all wash up “
and “ Sarah said  “that’s a good idea, go on all of you”.

So we took out all the plates to the kitchen, and when there was just
the three of us, I said
” are you two trying to get me sent to bed, I suppose
you must have overheard your Mum talking to Aunty?”

They said together “yes we did and we’d like to see you in a
nightdress or girls pyjamas and put to bed, our Mum doesn’t punish us
like that and we’d like to see a spanking “

With that, Sophie ran from the room pretending to cry, to her mother,
this all happened very quickly and I thought I would prevail in what
was to come.

I didn’t hear what she said, but I assume it would have been
something like this “ Francis called me a twisted bitch what does that
mean, he seemed very angry and I was frightened?”

Anyway whatever she said, no more than 30 seconds later, Aunty had me
by the ear in the living room,” DID YOU SAY THAT, DID YOU? “ She
was shouting and I knew I was in for it.

Anne said “ I think they probably did provoke him but I can’t have
them spoken to like that and it’s his own fault for being so naughty”

At that point Camilla came in saying she’d finished the dishes and
could she go home as she was frightened of me.


Aunty suddenly said  “ he hasn’t had an early bedtime all week and
he’s due a spanking for that remark, this is what we’ll do, Sophie
run upstairs and put the bath on, while I bathe him
and put him into his surprise, I want each of you to go to his
bedroom, it’s Julie’s old one and look in the top two drawers and
pick what you think he should wear to bed, it will be our own little’
Opportunity Knocks’ also there are some nightdresses in the wardrobe,
when the winning ensemble has been chosen, he’ll get a good spanking
from me  and Aunty Anne, and then it’s bed for him, now you go to the
corner , over there you naughty boy !”

Aunty went on to tell them about how Mrs Perkins had put me to bed
with a sore bottom for similar language and the two girls visibly
calmed down having almost achieved their aim.

Sophie started to run the bath as instructed and Aunty took me to her
bedroom while it filled up, after about ten minutes, she bathed me,
not forgetting to apply her hand to my bottom and tell me I was a
naughty boy and would deserve everything to come.

The other three, while I was in the bath chose for me, a thick
winceyette pair of pink pyjamas courtesy of Mrs Perkins, the blue
nightdress Mother had bought and a pair of pyjamas Mrs Perkins had
given me which where white with flowers and of a similar thickness to
the pink ones but I hadn’t worn them before.

After my bath, Aunty dried me and warmed my bottom but her main
purpose, to my add to my humiliation was to put me in a peignoir set
comprising a floor length, pink, high neck, thin cotton nightdress and
an associated peignoir which in this case could be worn as a
nightdress in it’s self although there were a considerable amount of
very small pearly buttons to fasten.

Downstairs the girl’s had laid out my nightclothes and had placed the
chairs as if they were judges at a talent contest.

Aunty brought me down to them and there were ooh’s and ahh’s, Aunty
Anne loved the clever arrangement and it’s adaptability, the girls
thought it was very pretty, Sarah explained it was my goodbye present
but this was a good occasion for a trial showing.

All I could do was blush, as I was told to walk in front of the girls
and Aunty Anne, then it was time for the next set.
With my back to them for obvious reasons, Aunty put me in the pink
pyjamas, and again I paraded and then it was the turn of the white
flowery pyjamas and finally the blue nightdress, which they all loved
for it’s delicacy and design but it was not the winner.

I was told to stand in the corner whilst the judges debated the
winning ensemble; finally for it’s simplicity and punishment
potential the pink pyjamas were chosen.

Anne said it was time for a spanking for a naughty boy and would Aunty
just put the jacket on me and she did and led me to Anne, from the
outset it was clear to my bottom, she didn’t have the strength of
Aunty Sarah to inflict pain and Sarah could see this as well, so she
told Sophie to get the hairbrush and where to find it, in her bedroom.

A newly invigorated Aunty Anne took the brush like an Olympic athlete,
from her daughter and really applied it to my bottom and this time it
did hurt, then she invited Sophie and Camille to give me 10 swats
each for my bad language to them whilst for their convenience. I lay
over the end of the couch.

Then it was Aunty Sarah’s turn and she really warmed me with her hand
but perhaps out of respect to my mother or for her own reason, which I
will never know, she didn’t use the brush.

When she’d finished and this time I held back the tears, she popped
me into the pyjama bottoms and said it was my bedtime although it was not
yet 3 o’clock.
She told me to apologise to the girls, and then she said “it’s nightie
night for you, come on, up to bed with you” and I said as a terrible
foreboding of the future came over me “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have
called you what I did, good night Sophie and Camille”

The two girls laughed as they had achieved their objective and said
they accepted my apology and I thought of a more fitting response to
these harpies but I didn’t want anymore attention from Sarah in the
bedroom and at the back of my mind was that soon I would be home.

Although, I had more than an inkling that things had changed forever,
because I couldn’t see why Mum could allow this punishment and
nightwear unless it was part of a plan, so as I lay in bed I feared
for my future and when I was finally put to bed it was no later than 3
”o” clock with a long time until the morning and every chance of
further disciplinary measures, if I wasn’t careful.



As I lay in bed that Saturday afternoon, with my stinging
bottom, dressed in the most girlish pink pyjamas and listening to the
laughter of my two persecutors below, at least I had the comfort of
knowing, tomorrow I would be going home.

I could say goodbye to the girlish nightwear and get back to sensible
bedtimes, as Mum didn’t ever spank me, there would be no more
painful times in bed, the troubling part was the fact, that she had
supplied both nightdresses and feminine pyjamas for my stay at Aunt
Sarah’s but I reasoned, perhaps that was because Aunty used this form
of punishment on her son when he was particularly naughty and she
didn’t want me to be treated differently.

An hour passed, very slowly, as the sun poured into my bedroom
through the thin curtains, I didn’t want to sleep anyway and as it
was my last night, I thought it would be all right to read a
little, although I knew this was against the rules if you were put to
bed, still on my last night, surely this wouldn’t be enforced, even if
I was discovered.


Downstairs the visitors were getting ready to leave and Anne asked
Sarah if she could say goodbye to me which Sarah said that would be
fine, as she wanted to see know what I was doing.
Sarah had explained the rules to the visitors that were the source of the laughter that I had heard earlier.

Anne came quietly up the stairs and opened the door very
gently, catching me reading in bed,
she shouted down

”Sarah, he’s reading a football book, I thought this was against the
rules!”

I heard very heavy footsteps charging up the stairs and as Sarah
appeared seconds later, I said

”It’s my last night, I thought I’d been punished enough, it’s not my
fault I’m in bed, it’s your two horrible daughters”

Anne said “I wish he’d been staying with me, I can’t hand spank as
well as you Sarah but he’d have had a date with the hairbrush
everyday at one and then it would have been bed in his frilly jimjams,
he’d have learnt a good lesson after a week with me”

As she finished, Aunty dragged me from the bed , annoyed by the
inference of a lack of disciplinary  expertise in  her sister in laws
comment, she tore down the pyjama bottoms so quickly they ripped and a
flurry of extremely hard slaps were directed to my bottom.

”Oh you naught boy, your last day and still you can’t behave, your
going to have a light tea and speak to your mother and I’ll have you
back here at 6pm and I may well give you another application, for all
the good it will do. As you’ve torn your pyjamas, I’ll put the blue
nightdress on you when I’ve finished”


In the background, I could hear the two girls laughing summoned by the
noise, like sharks to blood in the water, and Anne said “right we’ll
be off now, see you in a few weeks time and give him some from us”

All three went down the stairs and I heard the front door close in
between the slaps and my own howls and after what felt like 15
minutes, I was stood up, the pyjama jacket removed, the customary
”arms up” and redressed for an early night, I was told to put on my
slippers and dressing gown and brought downstairs to the living
room ,the clock on the wall said 5.30pm


Aunty gave me a few sandwiches and then told me to ring Mum to find
out  what time she was coming for me, when she answered she asked me if
I’d been a good boy and I told her about the afternoon’s events ,all
she said was “you don’t seem to be learning do you” and asked me to
put Sarah on, they spoke briefly until  Sarah said “ok , I’ll ring you
back when he’s in bed” and put the phone down saying

”right your Mum’s told me to put you back to bed ,come on, it’s nearly
6pm,upstairs now!!!”

In the hall we met James coming in and Aunty told him I was having
another early night and she would explain later and then she hustled
me up the stairs with a few well placed slaps to my rear.

The bedroom curtains were still drawn, so she just remade the bed and
tucked me in with a final warning to behave but she mercifully didn’t
spank me anymore and she took down with her the torn pyjamas to be
repaired before I left.

After she had given James his tea and told him about the days
events, she rang back Mum and amongst other things, she filled her in
on what had transpired, Mum asked her to get my things ready for 10pm
and if she could keep my pyjamas and nightdresses in separate bags,
she also told her Grandmother was staying at her house but could she keep it
a surprise from me and she would ring back tomorrow evening so they
could both catch up, finally she asked for Mrs Perkins address as she
wanted to thank her for looking after me.

I didn’t hear any of this, as I lay with my very red bottom rubbing
against the soft winceyette of the nightdress but just prayed for my
last night of early bedtime to end and eventually fell asleep.

I was woken at 8pm and soon packed all my things in the
suitcases, Aunty took the pyjamas and nightdresses I had been given by
Julie, Mrs Perkins, herself and Mum and I assumed that was the end of
them for me but she didn’t give me back the pyjamas I had come with,
when I asked, she said they were in the wash.




Mum arrived promptly at 9.55 and while they had a cup of tea together
and Aunty had been given a suitable present for looking after me, I
said goodbye to James who wished me luck.
Then they loaded the car together and I said don’t forget my pyjamas
and Aunty went in gave Mum the bags with the nightdresses and girls
pyjamas.

Immediately, I said “where our mine and why are we taking these!!”

Mum then went to the car and got a bag which she gave to Aunt Sarah
saying “these are his old pyjamas, I hope James can make use of
them, he won’t be needing them anymore, now you (directed at me) get
in the car, now!! And not another word!!!”

I did as I was told and we set off but a definite chill had ran up my
spine, after a few minutes we stopped outside Mrs Perkins house, who
was expecting us and was soon at the gate. She came out the house and
said hello to me through the car window and told me to have a nice
time when I got home, something I was wondering about with increasing
concern

Then Mum got out the car with a bottle shaped bag and Mrs Perkins
invited her in presumably to see where I had stayed, anyway after a
few minutes out came Mum with a small carrier bag and Mrs Perkins who
said” I hope they fit him and he likes the colour”, Mum said “ I’m
sure they will “and added she’d make sure as soon as we got home ,
and the bag was placed in the boot out of my sight.

Then the two of them gave each other a hug and with a final goodbye and a peck on my cheek from Mrs Perkins, off we went home
arriving around 12.30pm, as the traffic was light.

All the way home, all Mum would say when I tried to talk about the
weeks away was, “ well if you hadn’t been naughty, you wouldn’t have
been punished, now please be quiet I have a headache and don’t want to
hear your moaning, in fact maybe a good spanking and straight to bed
is just what you need! Now, be quiet!”

Just after telling me this, she stopped the car and made a brief call
at a telephone box but I couldn’t hear what was said

Mum opened the front door and told me to carry my bags upstairs to the
back bedroom and to wait for her, this caused my heart to jump a beat
as I knew what those words meant at Aunty’s They also puzzled me, as
when I had left to stay with Aunt Sarah, my bedroom had been at the
front so this was another surprise.

The bedroom looked like mine with my football things in it but the
bedcover looked girly being pink candlewick and the sheets were now a
very soft winceyette, while I was looking, Mum came in and said” I hope
you like your new bedroom and those sheets I’ve chosen for you.
You’ll see them a bit closer soon, but I suppose your wondering why
I’ve moved you to the back, it’s simple darling, when your closing
your curtains or lying in bed at 2 in the afternoon, I don’t want you
to be embarrassed when your friends call and I make an excuse for you
not being able to come out because your in bed sobbing with a sore
bottom, if they saw the curtains drawn or heard you I’m sure they’d
soon work it out “


Now let’s put your things away, your nightclothes are downstairs by
the way ,well apart from your old pyjamas which I gave to Sarah and
she gave a little laugh.
After we had put my clothes away she said

”Right bath time darling, I know it’s early but let’s begin the way we
mean to go on”, and she told me to sit on the bed while she removed my
shoes, socks, underpants, and trousers with a “no more need for any of
these today darling, well not that type of trouser anyway!” and again
she gave a little laugh, finished undressing me and took me to the
bathroom where foamy bath had been run by someone.

She helped me into the bath and I could see warming on the radiator a
pair of yellow patterned pyjamas with fairies on them and I could also
see a quilted house coat on the back of the door, neither of which I
had seen before, Mum noticed me looking and said “ yes, darling they are
both yours, those pyjamas were made by a guest you’ll meet in a few
minutes but don’t count on a late night, unless you think 5pm is”

She gave me a proper wash as only Mum’s can and helped me out of the
bath where she then proceeded to dry me and sprinkled talcum on my
delicate parts,” now darling into your pyjamas,  you haven’t been a
good boy and I’d really like you in bed soon”

”Please Mum don’t be a mean cow, I don’t want to go to  be.”, I  gave
as a belated protest.

Before I could finish the sentence, Mum had slapped my face twice
then pushed me over the bath and beat my bottom with a nearby
bath brush saying “you were in bed early yesterday for using bad
language to ladies and it will be the same today, now let’s get those
pyjamas on”

She stood me up and buttoned me into the jacket, the material was very
soft on my skin but I didn’t want to wear it, then she held out the
trousers for me to step into and put a girls pair of slippers on my
feet, which I hadn’t noticed before, finishing with putting my arms
through the quilted housecoat and told me to go down stairs to the
living room at the back.

In the living room was Grandmother, who said “do you like your present, I
made the pyjamas especially for you as I understand you’ve developed
a taste for girls nightclothes “, then she said to Mum “I’ve numbered
his nightdresses and pyjamas and written the numbers in the book, and
put the balls in the bowl by me, shall we play naughty boys bedtime
bingo”

By Grandmother, who was sitting on the settee, where all my pyjamas and
nightdresses lying in a pile and on the top was a pair of very
girlish  powder blue pyjamas with a lace collar and on the name tag of
the maker was a number, I hadn’t seen them before and Mum said
”darling they’re a present from Mrs Perkins for doing a such  good job
on her garden , I can’t wait to put them on you” then she continued
”,each one of your night clothes has a number as you see, every
morning for the rest of the holidays you will pick one from the bowl
and that is what you will be wearing to bed that afternoon or if you
are very good, evening”

”Mum why can’t I wear my old  pyjamas, it’s not
fair ,please ,please, I’ll be good”

Grandmother interrupted my pleading

”Sue ,spank him hard now , you won’t get anywhere  until he believes
you means business and
he needs to be put into his nightclothes for the next 5 days at
1pm ,for a 3pm bedtime, earlier if necessary”

Mum took off my housecoat , took me over her knee, and pulled the
pyjama bottoms down , then like Aunt Sarah had done before her,
thoroughly warmed my backside, when she’d finished I was told to stand
in the corner and keep quiet while things were explained.
.
Grandmother would be staying for a few weeks to recuperate certainly until
the end of the school holidays. Although she was making great
progress I was to help her with whatever she asked for and Mum who
had used up her compassionate leave would be going back to work a week
tomorrow, while she was at work I must obey Grandmother totally including
putting on nightwear and going to bed when instructed.

My schoolwork was, as Mum had long suspected and was now confirmed by
the school report which had arrived a few days before was appalling.
Therefore it had been decided that I would catch up until the return
to school in 3 weeks time, so as not to distract me, my weekday
bedtime if I behaved would be 6pm, although it would be 3pm for
the next 5 days as my punishment for the earlier behaviour.

While in bed I could read only school subjects except at weekends when
I would be allowed to play out till 5pm,which was my dressing for bed
time and no later unless I wanted a spanked bottom followed by
several early nights, and my weekend bedtime would be 8pm


When I was back at school there would be no playing out in the week
and further thought would be given to the bedtime rules except that
Mum confirmed that until I left her house to go University or work it
would a choice of girlish pyjamas or nightdresses picked by herself or
another female such a Sarah or Grandmother.

When she’d finished she made a dinner for me and told me to put away
my nightdresses and pyjamas and then I was to come down and pick what
I would be wearing the next 5 days, I chose from the bowl which was
now placed prominently on the table: the pink pyjamas Sarah had torn
and repaired, the new pyjamas from Mrs Perkins, Julie’s Victorian
nightdress, a choice they both approved of, the peignoir set from
Sarah again a popular choice with everyone but me and the pink
nightdress Mum had sent with me to  Aunt Sarah’s.

Once a choice was made the ball was not put back until the bowl was
empty so I wore everything and of course new items were added
and old ones replaced when they became too small or tattered.

A Luc Holly composition with a translation by Janice I believe.



Michel is 17 years old and lives with his mother, Elaine and his young half-sister 8 year old Viviane.  They have lived for a few weeks in a new neighborhood and the two children, the elder and the junior ones, as a result attend new schools.  Elaine imposes a strict discipline on her son, unlike Viviane who is not included. He must go to bed with closed shutters, curtains drawn and extinguished light at 7:00pm in the evening at the latest, therefore he is yet finished or go out or watch television.  In addition to that, he is often put to bed during the day as punishment, because he received bad marks, because he disobeyed and, generally and most unjustly, because of his young sister which, has many hours before sleep, can meet friends after dining and look at television until the end of the evening whereas her big brother has to sleep since 7:00pm or earlier


There is no school on Wednesday afternoon.  This day, he is to receive a friend of class a little younger than him, Jean-Luc, to engage in assigned studies. The mother of Jean-Luc, Nadia, and his younger sister, 11 year old, Gaelle, are also invited.  During the lunch, Viviane and Michel argue and quarrel angrily in a heated discussion once more and, once more, his mother sends Michel to bed at once and under the victorious smile and mockery of his small and younger sister, who points out to him that it will already give the impression of malicious behavior to be in bed as a baby when his buddy comes!  Elaine adds ironically that since Michel will have to do his assigned studies in bed, Jean-Luc will have his office!  He protests in vain, whines, snivels and begs, but he must go up to his room, undress and go to bed in one of the childish nightdresses that his mother still obliges him to wear.  This one is white and pink with flowers blue pastel.  It is only 12:30pm. He feels beforehand, ashamed to be seen lying between his sheets in bed in the afternoon in a nightdress, punished at 17 years old like a small kid and by a sister much younger than him. He imagines the unbearable mockeries or the words of pity from him and the others. He holds back his impotent anger against Viviane, because of this girl he is punished once more!  He knows that his day of confinement is the result of his arguing and quarreling. Being punished means he will have to sleep for the night immediately after a light meal in bed.  He took all the same took precautions not to have to get out of his girlish nightdress in front of Jean-Luc.  He went to the toilet and put the material necessary to do the work at a distance from his bed. 



The guests arrive a little after 1:00 pm. They are astonished to see Michel not present, as everyone is waiting for coffee. Viviane hastens to explain why her "big brother is already in bed because he was nasty and cruel with her!”  Gaelle has an outburst of laughter.  Jean-Luc bursts out laughing and their mother smiles surprised that such a big boy is still sent to bed as punishment at his age.  Elaine tells him that he has the age of a baby and that his behaviour of a baby is appropriate for a childish punishment. 



She invites everyone to go to the bedside of Michel in order for the boys to prepare for studies and work. Bed punished Michel hears the steps and the voices, which approach, and the small cries and stifled, laughs of the young girls and the laughter too.  The door opens and his room is suddenly invaded by loud strong laughter. Elaine makes the introduction:  "Here is my unpleasant big boy!"  Nadia smiles again by greeting Michel:  "Hello, young man.  Then you were not nice to your young sister? Was your mum obliged to put to you to bed to punish you?"  His head still on the pillow, Michel is red with shame and is shy to answer satisfactory. "Hello Madam."  Jean-Luc is almost as embarrassed as Michel when they exchange a simple "Hello!" Gaelle stops her outburst of laughter in time to say, "Hello, I am Gaelle". To which he replies "Hello Gaelle".  She goes so far as to ask him if he is pleased to be in bed.  "Not, at all.  I was punished!" That goes out as a cry of the heart that provokes a general laughter.  "This is not an impression that will go away.” consoles Nadia. "I find that a big boy of your age can bear to be in bed for the afternoon.  Moreover you are very well in bed.  You are very nice in your small nightdress!"  He reddens even more "You are charming. Your cheeks are matched with your bed linen!"  "You had only not to argue with me!” his sister comments ironically. "Oh you?”  She began to dispute him again.



His mother intervenes.  "Good!  The boys, you do your work.  Jean-Luc, you can settle in Michel’s office since it is lit. Viviane, you can go play outside with Gaelle.  It would be of no benefit to remain inside by a so beautiful afternoon, except if one is punished in bed, of course!  Nadia and I will get familiar outside with a good coffee. She adds one more time for the two boys "Do not drift.  Michel is punished.  He must have a light dinner in bed and then sleep!  Isn't this so, son?"  He is dismayed to have this announcement made so publicly for that reason, but as she does not make a point of worsening his case, he agrees:  "Yes mum.  One will have finished beforehand."  Jean-Luc confirms that the work is neither very long nor quite difficult and that they will have finished in an hour or an hour and half.  The boys do their studies and open the window and hear their young sisters play outside with other children who speak about Michel while making fun of him. Jean-Luc does not deprive himself any, either, which aggravates Elaine and annoys Nadia drinking coffee under Michel’s window. The mockeries of Jean-Luc are in turn encouraged by the conversation, which has gathered on the terrace, Elaine explaining to her guest the rules and the punishments imposed on Michel.   

 Elaine proposes to Nadia to remain for dinner and even for the night, Viviane and Gaëlle desire it. The two mothers decide to make an example of Jean-Luc.  Pretending that everyone remains at Elaine’s until the following day, Jean-Luc will thus join Michel in his room and that he will be punished and will sleep after teatime. Jean-Luc will have to make some preparations so much as not to disturb the punitive sleep imposed on his bed confined friend, the two mothers make known to him after having ensured themselves that their studies were met. There he remains stupefied.

It is even more still when Elaine opens the second bed installed in the room and requires Jean-Luc to undress, to pass to him the nightdress of Michel’s that she stretches over him and to put himself into bed immediately.  He points out that it is hardly 2:30 pm, to what one retorts to him that their studies being finished, Michel must eat in bed and sleep immediately.  He still objects that he is not sleepy.  Elaine explains to him that he will have special milk that helps Michel to sleep early.  The boys take in bed, feeding bottles of hot milk and bowls of muesli, then toilet, and place chamber pots under the night tables. Lowered blinds and curtains closed by their mocking younger sisters in haste. Good night and a long extended sleep desired by their mothers and their younger sisters both who make fun of them and will continue to play outside until dinner then will be able to watch the television. The lit child monitor is turned on that requires absolute silence (since "Michel is punished!"), the light is extinguished and bed for the night at 3:00 pm in the early afternoon.



When two friends of their class, Christiane and Betty, come to see Michel and Jean-Luc half an hour later, Viviane has the pleasure of announcing to them that the two boys are in bed for the night and that they are already asleep.  What is not completely true is that Jean-Luc is drawn from his state of drowsiness from the hot milk mixed with the mélatonine which he drank in bed a little earlier, by recognising the voices and laughter of his two friends outside, the worn out window was left open because of the good weather.  A puff of shame invades him with the thought of the mockeries of the girls of his class the following day. The breathing of Michel attests to that, for he is sound asleep. 



Between Elaine (E) and Nadia (N), the two women converse on the terrace by having coffee.  They are settled just below the lower part of Michel’s bedroom where the boys do their duties. 

N:  “I am really surprised that you can put your son to bed as punishment like that, during the entire day.  He is almost 18 years old!”

E:  “It is a question of authority and I am his mother.  He must obey me well.”

N:  “I took note that he did.  What did he do to deserve to be punished?”

E:  “Oh! He again engaged in a verbal argument with his younger sister.  I know very well that she often causes it but she is 10 years younger than him.  I believe that he should be more reasonable than her, especially for a boy.  And as long as he won’t be reasonable, I will send him straight to bed.  It is the manner simplest and most effective to have peace.  And that benefits him as much as it does for us.”

N:  “That is not what he said a few moments ago.” 

E:  “Oh he is sure that he does not appreciate to be obliged to go to bed so early. It is a punishment all the same.  He is upset to be already in a nightdress and in bed while the kids of the neighbourhood have fun outside and have a great day.  He is upset even more because his younger sister can remain up.  And moreover, today Jean-Luc was to visit him.  He had real shame because of that.”

N:  “I understand.” 

E:  “You disapprove?”

N:  “No! (She imagines Jean-Luc in his place. He would be surely worried) 

E:  “I suppose that your son is more reasonable than mine and that he does not deserve to be put to bed like a baby.” 

N:  “I do not believe that he is more reasonable, but I am surely not as strict as you.  The arguments with his sister are also frequent and annoying and if he were to go to bed each time, he might never get up!” 

E:  “I see.  I am less patient than you.  I do not want to be annoyed by an undisciplined kid, especially if he is already 17 years old.  To put Michel to bed has many advantages.  Not only is he punished, but he does not disturb us anymore and he cannot do silly things during this time.” 

N:  “Because he does silly things?” 

E:  “He would do it if he could. He easily causes it. I do not want him to go out in the evenings. Since he must sleep before 7:00 pm all of the days it is no question.” 

N:  “At 7:00 pm? Already at 18 years of age soon?  Doesn't he oppose it?” 

E:  “Oh of course! He complains about always going to bed much earlier than his friends and especially before his younger sister.”

N:  “How does he manage to sleep so early?” 

E: “Yes he has the habit for that. I put him to bed after dining and return from class. I require him to him take something when he must sleep since the afternoon because he is punished or because I do not want him disturbed.  I give him milk with the mélatonine, cough mixture or a calming herb tea, and if necessary, a suppository.” 

N:  “He does not look at the TV?” 

E:  “Not in the evening, in any case! I do not allow him to, except sometimes on a Saturday, according to the program and if he was really very wise during all of the weeks. In this case, I put him earlier to bed on Sunday. Elsewhere it is easier to make him sleep before the programs start than it is once he is looking at them.” 

N: “Well you are right it is true, but his sister?”

E: “Oh, for Viviane it is different.  She is a girl and we are very close to each other. In spite of her age, she is more reliable and mature than her big brother.  She is sharp and more intelligent than him.  She is an excellent pupil.  She is allowed to watch TV as late as myself.  Moreover, she has artistic activities and physical events she must sometimes repeat in the evening.  With Michel already in bed, that enables me to accompany Viviane, the quiet spirit.  During this time, I know where he is and what he does.  Besides if I must leave earlier, I put him to bed earlier.” 

N:  “And how does he react?” 

E: “He knows very well that he has to obey, even if it is unjust.”

N: “If not, he will be punished, I imagine?”

E:  “Yes! He will prefer to go to bed right away to avoid being spanked naked on the bottom than to pass one or two weekends completely in bed.” 

N: “You have authority, but what do his friends think about it?” 

E:  “With the high school everyone knew. At the beginning, some made fun of him but that did not last.  He received some of them at his bedside when he was punished during the afternoon and that they had studies to do together.  They were generally girls as they are more maternal.  They seem to appreciate the situation.”

N: “And Michel?”

E: “He is always bothered. But I am sure that he feels no other choice. This is not the case with the other boys. He is at present much more ashamed than he is in another school, there will be again reactions, but none worse. Fortunately for him, there are much more girls than boys.” 

N:  “Did you benefit from the occasion to advance the hour of his sleep?”

E:  “Ah no, not a question!  Because of Viviane’s schedules, I have had to delay the hour of his dinner.  He currently more often sleeps at 5:30 pm to 6:00 pm, than 7:00 pm, and even earlier if it is needed. At the same time, I feel freer and at ease. Michel is prevented from going out and maintaining bad relations and, moreover, I do not have to be compelled by moral obligation. It is ideal.” 

N:  “You are lucky. It is not the case for me with Jean-Luc.” 

E:  “You hold that to him. You are his mother.”

N:  “Of course.  But he is not accustomed like Michel.”

E:  “Habits can be changed. If he remained a few times at my place, believe me, well he would get accustomed to it.”

N:  “It would be good but?”

E:  “But? Let us carry out a test. This afternoon, Michel must sleep immediately after his snack. When the boys finish their studies, let us go upstairs and tell your son that he will have to go to bed and sleep at the same time as Michel. You saw that there is another bed in his room.  I will invite you to remain for dinner and the night, as well as Gaëlle.  Viviane and Gaelle will certainly be happy.  I will explain to Jean-Luc that it is so that Michel is not awakened later that he must go to bed already.” 

N:  “Do you believe it?  But he does not have anything to sleep here?” 

E:  “Michel will lend him one of his nightdresses!” 

N:  “Jean-Luc always sleeps in pyjamas.” 

E:  “Still bad habits to change!”

N:  “Does Michel wear only nightdresses?” 

E:  “Since always.” 

N:  “The one he is wearing this afternoon, isn’t it rather for a girl? 

E:  “You are right. I hardly find any more for boys of his age. I always choose them for him.  They are much prettier and more comfortable than these dreadful pyjamas!  And it is more of a deterrent. He is less embarrassed to get up and to be seen in pyjamas that in a nightgown!” 

N:  “Oh, I see.  And it is true that it is as nice in bed.  Where do you buy his nightdresses?” 

E:  “At various places. I sometimes shop in a department store or at a friend’s who owns a lingerie shop.” 

N:  “Do you make him do fittings?” 

E:  “Yes, yes.  I take him along with me and he must be undressed to test. That amuses the sales women very much.” 

N:  “I can imagine, especially when he must remove everything.”

E:  “It is necessary that he try on all the nightdresses as he will wear them in bed, with a naked bottom!” 

N:  “It is true.  I would be curious to see how they would look on Jean-Luc.” 

E:  “Well, you will see it in time, do we agree?”

N:  “I agree, but him?” 

E:  “I will not leave him the choice. He has only to open up his bed and to undress immediately after we go up, and then into bed, eat and sleep!”

N:  “Do you want him to eat in bed already?” 

E:  “Like Michel, yes.  It is logical.” 

N:  “Isn't it complicated to make him eat lying rather than at the table? If it is necessary to bring him a plate he is likely to overturn it. He is not accustomed to that either.” 

E:  “He will do as Michel, muesli in a bowl and calming milk in a bottle.” 

N:  “A bottle?” 

E:  “A feeding-bottle!  It is most practical for drinking in bed.  He can even remain to lie on the pillow.  I already obliged Michel to take it when he is punished and when I want him to remain there stretched constantly. I tried out it personally.  That is very good!” 

N:  “I do not know what Jean-Luc will think!” 

E:  “It will not be asked of him.  He will have to do what we say to him!” 

N:  “But I am not sure that he will be able to sleep immediately.”

E:  “You will see.  Milk with mélatonine is very effective.  It increases and advances the need for sleep.” 

N:  “When Michel is punished and must remain quiet in bed all the afternoon or all the day, how do you supervise it?” 

E:  “First he cannot get dressed.  All of his clothing is confiscated.  He must remain in a nightgown.  Then with a key, he is locked up in his room. Moreover, I installed a child monitor that enables me to hear from downstairs any noises in his room.  Lastly, I check on him from time to time to see that he sleeps well or I send his young sister to check. She does it with amusement, a matter our two youngsters discuss a lot. They probably have finished their studies. What time is it? 

N:  “2:20 pm!”

E:  “Can you ask your son where they are since he is still up and that Michel is in bed?” 

N:  “Jean-Luc!  Jean-Luc!”  ( Jean-Luc comes to the window)

JL: “Yes, mum?”

E:  “You finished?”

JL: “Yes, Madam.  We did everything already.” 

E:  “Well wait for us with Michel.  We will come up.  Elaine and Nadia rise and go up to the floor.  Michel is sitting in his bed while Jean-Luc leafs through a comic strip in the office of his punished friend.” 

E:  “Then, boys you were quick. That’s better. In this way, we can organise ourselves for this evening and our invited guests can remain to dine and sleep.”

JL: “Is it true, mum?” 

N:  “Yes, my darling.  You, you will sleep with Michel.  There is another bed in his room, do you see?”

JL: “I agree, but I do not have anything to sleep in.” 

E:  “We will make arrangements for you do not fear. Besides, you will settle yourself immediately.”

He is surprised and does not understand immediately.  Michel’s mum opens a cupboard for a pale yellow nightgown with stars and the crescents of the moon.

E:  “Here. This should suit you. It is just a little too tight for Michel but you are a little younger.” 

JL:  “But?? What?  Why??”

E:  “It seems to me that it is clear! Undress, slip on this nightdress and get into bed.  I will open it up, it awaits you.” 

JL:  “But, mum! Must I go to bed now?” 

N:  “Yes, my darling.  You know that because Michel is punished this afternoon, you will take a light meal and sleep immediately.  It is not necessary that you disturb him later.  It is for that reason that you must lie down.” 

JL:  “Oh? But it is the afternoon.  It is not even 2:30 pm yet.” 

N:  “I know my big one. It is 2:20 pm.  But you must go to bed all the same. Do not make Elaine wait.  And see Michel, as he is wise.  He is already in bed at 12:30 pm and older than you.” 

JL: “But he is being punished!”

E:  “You risk being punished also if you do not obey. Isn't this so, Nadia?  Go! Get in the nightgown and to bed immediately!”

The tone is without retort. He submits himself despite the presence of the two women and Michel who smiles ironically, stretched out on his pillow.  Nadia takes the clothing and underclothing as her son removes one by one. As Elaine holds his nightgown, he hesitates before removing his underwear. 

N: “We know what a boy is cherished one. Let go of your manners.”

He is very naked and red as a peony when he takes and pulls on the short nightdress that Elaine tends to him.  It stops just short of his thighs. 

E: “Look here it suits you well.  You are absolutely ravishing. You wear it better than a girl.”  

N:  “It is true, my darling. You are as nice as Michel.  We have a good reason to put you to bed so early.” 

JL:  “But, it is not me that wants it!  I do not ask it and I particularly do not desire it! On the contrary, it annoys me enormously! I am not punished. I am neither sick nor tired, I am not sleepy. Of the whole, it is considerably beautiful outside.  I finished my studies and I wanted to go out afterwards. Gaëlle plays with Viviane during this time and I already have to go to bed.  I will not be able to even look at my play this evening on the TV.  Gaëlle is a girl younger than me and will be able.”

E:  “Here is a typical macho speaking. I want!  I am tall!  I am a boy, not a girl!  Is my younger sister privileged? I know it by heart. This is what dwells on Michel. You deserve to be put in your place. And like a grumpy baby, your place is in bed immediately like Michel.”

N:  “Elaine is right. You behave like a dirty kid.  I am too nice with you.  Then, now, obey and into bed!” 

JL: “It is necessary that I use the toilet.” 

N:  “Then, hurry!”

E:  “It is on the right while leaving the room, at the end of the corridor.”

He goes there while drawing on his nightgown from his buttocks, under the amused glance of the two women. 

E:  “You see, Nadia.  He is already ready for bed.” 

N:  “And it is not even 2:30 pm in the afternoon!'

E:  “You note that it is not so difficult.  It is not necessary that he is agreeable to be put to bed, a big boy like Jean-Luc or Michel.  If we want it, he would be put to bed at any hour that is appropriate to us and as for a long time if we want it ourselves. Moreover, it is an excellent standard of folding back the idle chatter of these pretentious young ones, by disciplining and controlling them.” 

N:  “And to punish them like babies, too?”

E:  Yes! There is no more of an effective punishment for them. To be in bed in the course of the day and to have to sleep whereas others are up, they are not only bored and annoyed because they are secluded from going out and of movement; they are also embarrassed and ashamed, especially when both girls and younger children remain up and make fun of them. Isn't it youngster?”

Michel finally expresses himself on the pillow.  He turned in bed to reply. 

M: “Yes, mum.  But today, it is because of Viviane!  She has again provoked me!”

E: “You always say that. See, Nadia, he has all the same frustrations. When you understand that a big boy, as opposed to a small girl like your sister, must be more reasonable than you, you will less often go to bed as punishment.  This is for you to see. I do not have any opposite problem with Viviane in any way as I point out that how you speak to her is the reason you are punished and because of you that your friend Jean-Luc is obliged to be put to bed also this early afternoon.”

M:  “Will he also eat in bed and take his bottle like me?”  

E:  “Yes, son and then sleep for you two.” 

N:  “Oh you regret maybe having finished your studies so quickly?” 

M:  “Oh as I am punished in bed for all day, I like as much to sleep immediately.” 

N:  “Even so early?  You are a good boy.  I hope that Jean-Luc will as be obedient as you.”

E:  “I also hope for you son. You said it, you are punished.  There will be no chitchat after eating, otherwise to bed all of next weekend!”

M:  “It will be necessary to tell Jean-Luc!” 

N:  “I will tell him.” 

E:  “But if there is any noise in your room after I have extinguished the light, it is you who will be punished, do not forget!”

Jean-Luc is back.  He hastens to slip into the open sheets of his bed and to fold back the covers on him.  As his pillows are flat, he is resigned there to pose his head and to stretch.  He is conscious of the image of a subjected little child that he presents, but what else can he do? 

E: “Here! Wait for us wisely in your beds. We will return in five minutes with your snack. So take advantage to speak one last time between you. Afterwards, it will be complete silence until tomorrow morning!”

Left alone, both confined to bed boys exchange their impressions. 

M: “I am sorry for you.  I did not expect that.” 

JL:  “Me neither!” 

M:  “Does that annoy you much?” 

JL:  Ah yes a lot!  It is the beginning of the afternoon, the weather is nice outside and I am not absolutely sleepy! And you?”

M:  “For me, that does not change anything.  I am already in bed since 12:30 PM and I must sleep since then. And then sleep often comes to me.  I think that for you, it is new!” 

JL:  “Completely!  This is the first time.  Even as a kid, my mother never sent me to bed   early.”

M:  “Even in punishment?” 

JL:  “Even in punishment; my sister yes, but not me. I am too big for that!” 

M:  “For me, it is the opposite.  Viviane does not go to bed before mum and she is never punished. I must go to bed every evening immediately after dining and I am often punished because of her.  Spanked and put to bed!  This is a true plague. She always gives mum a reason and she benefits from it.  She even invents things that I did not do and puts me in my place. Then how do you feel? Your bed is good at least?” 

JL: “I have a good bed I am annoyed to be in bed already in broad daylight. It is only the beginning of the afternoon.  I was delighted to have had finished my studies and to be able to profit from it. It is irritating that this brat of a sister delights in being the cause of my anger, especially when she sees me in this girlish nightdress. I lack the appearance of malevolence. I feel really ridiculous to be in bed like a punished baby.  And in any case, I have not gone to sleep at this hour. How do you succeed in sleeping so much this early?”

M:  “Mum administers to me special milk. You presently will have the same undoubtedly.” 

Elaine and Nadia enter then with the afternoon snacks for the two boys in bed. Each one has a bowl of muesli and a hot milk feeding bottle.  Jean-Luc is already confused and ashamed of being put to bed in a nightgown for the full day and that he has to drink his milk from a feeding bottle.  Milk and with the feeding bottle!  He puts himself at risk to protest while his mother assists him to be sat up in his bed.

JL: “No mum, not the feeding-bottle.  I am 16 years old!”

N:  “Nonsense Michel is soon 18 years old and he drinks his milk from the feeding-bottle.  Elaine explained to me that it is more practical in bed than a cup or glass.  It is perfectly right.”

JL: “But I do not know how to do it!”

N:  “I have just tried and you can do it alone. The babies do that well. A 16-year-old big boy must reach that point still better!” 

E: “Your mum is right. And if you have difficulties, ask Michel.  He has had much practice. You have ten minutes.  Then you will wash your teeth, go to the toilet and you will go to bed.  One will come to tuck you in, lower your blinds, and close your curtains.  Ah, Michel foresaw and brought you a chamber-pot for the night for his friend.”

Bowls and feeding-bottles are deposited on the respective night tables of each big baby in bed.  Jean-Luc had some more mouthfuls and finished swallowing his muesli, then shown himself to be completely skilful with the bottle.  Michel however finished before him and proceeds to the bathroom.  They cross in nightgowns in the corridor.  Michel carries a chamber-pot in each hand.  They exchange just a constrained smile.” 

Some minutes later, they are both put to bed. It is just 3:00 pm when they hear the scamper at the top of the staircases. The door swings open and their two young sisters enter while laughing. 

V: “This is the hour of the sleep for the big brothers!” 

G:  “One comes to make you sleep.”

JL: “What do you come to do here?” 

V:  “I just told you, to make you sleep.  Mum prepares dinner downstairs. She asked us to secure you for the night.  They will come to see you a little later, but you will probably be asleep already. Gaëlle, light the bedside lamp of baby Michel, please!  I will descend the blinds and close the curtains for our big punished boys in bed.”

JL: “I am not punished!” 

G:  “But you are in bed like Michel.  It is well done!” 

JL:  “What did I do to you?” 

G:  “You always are the cunning one because you are bigger than me, but at the present now it is you in bed like a big baby who finished his feeding-bottle.  Well done!  Well done!” 

The blinds are lowered and the curtains closed, but the window is left open.  The two boys can hear from their beds the rumors of the outside, those of a beautiful afternoon. The room is dark other than the distinguished flicker of a bedside lamp.  Viviane tucks her big brother in bed and wishes him "A good long sleep in bed, brother" with a kiss on the face. At first hesitating, Gaëlle does the some with hers and then turns her back furiously to him. Before extinguishing the light and leaving with her young friend, Viviane strolls over and turns on the monitor and reminds the two boys that they should not get up anymore to neither speak or to make the slightest noise until the next morning of day.  Otherwise Michel will again be punished in bed.  She adds piteously that she would be ashamed in their place, to be put to bed like grumpy babies or ridiculous boys of their age, that she will relate it to all of the neighborhood while playing with the children in the vicinity (" The weather  is so nice out outside! "), that they will have a voucher to dine, (a clafoutis, [a baked dessert composed of a layer of fresh cherries topped with a thick batter], which Michel is crazy about! and that they will be able to watch a television game that Jean-Luc finds particularly appealing. Viviane extinguishes Michel’s lamp.  The young girls carry empty bowls and feeding-bottles and leave the room of their older brothers while screaming in funny laughter and with an ironic, "Punished in bed until tomorrow”, accompanied by a sign of the hand.  The door is closed, the key turned in the lock.  The young girls go back down while laughing. Shortly after, the two boys can stretch undisturbed at the far end of the bed at 3:00pm. The day is still long for almost everyone.  For Michel and Jean-Luc, however, it is already finished.  Before turning his back to him, Michel is satisfied to whisper "Good night, sleep well" to Jean-Luc. 

JL: “Good night at 3:00 PM in the afternoon, it is ridiculous to a 16-year-old boy.  Your sister is right. I am ashamed.”  

M: “Hush! One has no more right to talk now. With the monitor, one listens to us downstairs.  I still do not want to have to stay in bed all the next weekend. Do you suppose that I do not have shame, too?  I am 18 years old in one month!  And do you think that I like that to be secured in bed all the afternoon because of this plague of Viviane?  But in any event, you are like me, are secured in bed until tomorrow. Then, also make like me.  Keep silent yourself, turn over and sleep!”

JL: “Good! We agree! Good night.”

He turned over in his sheets in silence. Anger, antagonism, annoyance and humiliation exist in him.   He can feel nothing other than his naked skin in a ridiculous nightgown and under pink sheets on a normal sunny afternoon, he can’t think of anything else other than the snickers of Viviane and Gaëlle, with the mockeries of the kids of the neighborhood, to the sun outside, to the dinner of which he will be deprived, to the televised game that he will not see this evening. He does not see the obscurity around him, He does not hear the silence of the room around him where he is kept, and he does not feel the lukewarmness of the bed where he is confined. A state of inactivity nevertheless invades him little by little while a little light of this sunny afternoon pierces through and that the uniform breathing of Michel’s rhythm is peaceful.  The milk of the feeding-bottle starts to take effect.  He would want to endure, not to submit himself. One put him to bed against his will, like a baby, he does not want to believe that he accepts it while falling asleep already.  He is not as obedient as Michel and quickly resigned, fleeing in sleep his condition of a big baby. His powerless rage, despite its efforts, lessens, fills out, and fizzles.  A light sleepiness settles itself, growing heavy. It feels better, it feels good.  His bed is a cloud that takes him while diverting towards the paradise of his dreams.  An angel speaks from afar, with a voice of girl, a known voice that worries about Michel and him. 

Voice: “I am Betty. Christiane and I come for Michel and Jean-Luc.  They are our class friends.  They must do their studies together.  We would like to compare them with ours.” 

V: “Michel is my brother.” 

G: “Jean-Luc is mine.  They finished their studies but?”

V: “We have has just put them to bed for the night.  They must already be asleep. 

B: “In bed? At 3:15 pm in the afternoon?  What did they do?” 

V: “Oh, my brother is punished.  He quarrelled with me again during lunch and mum put him to bed to sleep.  Jean-Michel had to go also because of that.”

B: “He also quarrelled with you, or his sister?”

G:  “Not me! Mum, Jean-Luc and I will stay this evening and night at Viviane’s.  My brother shares Michel’s room.” 

V:  “Yes and as Michel is being punished, he must sleep immediately.  Mum did not want Jean-Luc to disturb him, so it is for that mum already put him to bed also, so that they both sleep at the same time.”

C:  “They must seem fine, two big boys of their age, already to sleep as babies.” 

B:  “Yes.  I did not know that one could still be punished in bed, without dining, at 17 years, especially boys by their mum!”

C:  “Did they sleep without anything to eat? 

V:  “They had to eat just before sleep.”

C:  “Ah?  The big babies took their afternoon snack in bed?”

B:  “They also did their studies in bed? 

V:  “Michel, yes, since he was punished and had to undress and put to bed immediately after lunch.  Jean-Luc was with him in his office.  He remained up while they worked.”

C:  “Did both mums put them to bed only after eating?” 

G:  “After the feeding-bottle, it is we, the younger sisters, who put our big babies to sleep by tucking them in, closing their blinds.”

B:  “I regret having missed that!”  

C:  “The feeding-bottle? Really?” 

V:  “Yes, yes. Really!  It is simplest to drink one’s milk or tea in the bed.  Michel must always do that when he is in punishment or when he must go to bed before dining.” 

C:  “He goes to bed before dining?” 

V:  “When mum wants that he goes to bed earlier, yes! That is not every evening, unfortunately.” 

B: “Is he so troublesome before that?” 

V: “He argues all the time at the table!  He believes that he knows it all, that he is more cunning because he is a boy and that he is bigger, and then he wants to be always right.  He is jealous of me, too.  When he argues, mum must put him to bed to have peace.  If he is already resting in bed, I can at least eat quietly and I can discuss with mum.  I can have what I prefer as much as I want without his animal remarks.” 

C:  “And him?” 

V: “He is upset, it is clear.  He goes to bed while whining and snivelling like a big baby that he is.  If he still did not eat anything, I go up with his bowl and feeding-bottle for him and then sleep!” 

B:  “He must be upset even more if it is his small sister that brings to him to eat in bed, and a feeding-bottle, moreover!” 

C:  “Which makes him sleep then?” 

V:  “It is true. In his mind, I am the cause, but I don’t care! He is in bed like a baby, not me! It is more upsetting for him, when I go up with a girlfriend of my age to help me to tuck him in and sleep, and that she bursts out laughing by already seeing him in a nightdress and in bed

B:  “Ah, because once more, he goes to bed in a nightdress?” 

G:  “Yes!  A pretty nightdress! I saw it a few moments ago.  My brother will wear one this afternoon.  It is one of Michel’s that his mum lent to him!” 

C:  “It's a pity that they sleep already and that we cannot see that!” 

B:  “We have come because of the studies that they completed. We need them. Could we see them?” 

V:  “Their studies?  I don’t know.  It is necessary to ask mum.”

Viviane calls Elaine, who appears and explains the situation. 

E:  “I agree!  Viviane will accompany you among the boys.  Do not make noise and try not to awaken them.  After their feeding-bottles, they must be already asleep.  Moreover, that would be better for them, I informed them! Since you know what you seek, I think that you can find it yourselves.” 

B:  “Of course.  Thank you, Madam.”

Jean-Luc is coming out little by little from his drowsiness by recognizing the voice of his friend Betty and that of Christiane.  He could not follow all the conversation through the lowered blinds and the drawn curtains, but he understood that they knew he was in bed this Wednesday afternoon and that they would not fail to speak about it in class and make fun of him.  In the confined bed, Michel seems to be in a deep sleep. The idea that he should be asleep as well does not comfort Jean-Luc.  The girls do not intend to go up silently. He moves suddenly when a sharp light penetrates behind him with the discrete opening of the door.  He is turned over while blinking his eyes.  He recognizes Viviane and, on her steps, Betty then Christiane, an ironic smile on her sly lips and a gleam of curiosity in her eyes.  At this moment, he would have liked to disappear.  He would have even desired to sleep like Michel, rather than to face the mocking glance of his two friends. But it was too late to simulate sleep.  The visitors speak in a whisper. 

V:  “Here are our big babies in their beds! Ah, I see that baby Jean-Luc is awake.”

C:  “Eh, foolish baby Jean-Luc!”

He is stunned and senseless to react, looking at his friend leaning on his bed, smiling with her lips and brilliant eyes. He can only murmur "Hello, Christiane!"

B:  “Hello, Jean-Luc or rather good night.  Make only sleep.  We just came to seek your notebook. Tomorrow morning I will return them to you after you’re awake. Sorry to have woken you. 

JL:  “I did not sleep yet.” 

C:  “You saw, Betty, his nice nightdress of a young girl!” 

B:  “Of course. It is ravishing and is appropriate for a girl.  Michel is also darling in his.  Rose and white with flowers, he chose it well.” 

V:  “It is not his, it is mums. There is the work of Michel and those of Jean-Luc.  Take what is necessary for you.  Michel starts to be agitated.  He too is likely to awaken. We will leave those two punished to fall asleep again.”

His friends are diverted by Jean-Luc stretching in his sheets to the point of arising. They find without sorrow the documents that they need. Michel emits a vague sigh and half-opened his eyes before being put again under his pink sheets and in his white pillow.  Betty and Christiane have some fun while smiling. 

C:  “Hey does your big brother take his punishment well with philosophy?”

V:  “So much better for him and for us. We are grateful for peace at last!” 

The two visitors take leave of Jean-Luc already stretched on his dormant pillow and a half.  In his bed, Michel seems sedated, slackened, eyes closed and breathing regularly. 

B: “Good.  These are what we need.  We will not have to do anymore but to recopy.  Thanks to you wee can make use of our afternoon and evening.  We have an appointment at the "Caramba".  It's a pity that you cannot come with us whereas your studies are done!  But since you are consigned to bed, you will tell Michel that we came and saw him in bed whereas he slept already.”

JL: “But you know and that annoys me!”

C:  “I understand, that would annoy us also very much!  But it is so much better for you.  Good night, big baby.  Make beautiful uninterrupted dreams.” 

B:  “It is good that you are simply punished in bed. Here!  Sleep, young man.  And thank you for all of the work finished. We will review tomorrow morning. At least you both will be quite rested.”   

JL: “By tomorrow. Have fun!” 

C:  “Promised!  If there is the time we will also think of you with staying in your beds!  Hold.  A small snuggle for the night on the face.” 

B:  “Me too, on the nose!”

For Jean-Luc, he resists the pleasure in shame. His cheeks turn pink as much for one as the other. Viviane tucks in the two big boys again before rising under the interested and amused glance of the two visitors.  

V:  “See the monitor Jean-Luc! It is time for you big boys like you to be quiet, rest and go to sleep immediately. Good night.” 

JL:  “Good night, Viviane. 

V:  “Good night for me is much later! I will still play outside with Gaëlle and my girlfriends; I will have a good dinner and will look at your play on TV. I do not have to go to bed like a whining baby! It is only for stupid foolish big boys like Michel and you.” 

JL: “I did not do anything.  It is only Michel who is in punishment.” 

V:  “But you are also already in bed and it is essential that you must sleep. Close your eyes and make sleep now!” 

Betty and Christiane leave followed by Viviane who closes the door and turns the key again. Darkness and silence reign again.  Michel does not express any sign of agitation nor of awakening.  He always turns the back on the bed of Jean-Luc.  This time, he does not try any more to resist.  He closes the eyes as Viviane ordered and is invaded by a pleasant torpor. He drowses for an instant before falling into the deep sleep from the melatonin on which a 16 year - boy had from a good hot milk feeding-bottle. The remainder of the day passes by without Michel and Jean-Luc, sensibly sedated in their beds, in punishment for one, by imposed solidarity for the other. Their young sisters played in the garden with children of the neighborhood. They laughed so much already knowing their big brothers were in bed for the afternoon.  Betty and Christiane recopied their studies, relaxing in the "Caramba" with girlfriends curious and extremely amused by the childish treatment imposed on their two class mates. Their mothers made some races downtown together and while returning, in the company of Nadia discussed some matters for the night and the following day.



No pyjamas for Jean-Luc already confined to bed in a nightgown of Michel’s, only replacement clothing for the rising.  Everyone dined at 7:00 pm, then evening television for everyone from 8:30 pm to 11:00 pm.  Then to bed at 11:30 pm, 9 hours after Jean-Luc, and 11 hours after Michel were put to bed as punishment at 12:30 pm.  Some impromptu visits to their room allowed their satisfied mothers and their triumphing and mocking young sisters, to make sure of their obedience and the respect of their obligatory and advantageous rest to bed.



Both bed confined boys are released at 6:30 am the next morning.  Their chamber-pots are empty.  It is a sign that they really slept very deeply.  They take a shower-bath, to get dressed and make their beds before breakfast.  They undergo at the table, of course, the half smiles and the stifled laughs from their two sisters.  Nadia appreciates that Jean-Luc showed himself to be obedient. She finds him in a much better mood and better rested than the other mornings.  The two mothers spent the night together in Elaine’s bed and spoke amongst themselves from then on. 

E:  “That proves that your son should go to bed as early as mine, isn't, Nadia?  It is effective and advantageous for all boys of this age, in full growth, pretentious and not yet wet behind the ears.  I am sure that what is good for Michel is also for Jean-Luc.” 

N:  “It is true, darling.  You slept like a baby until this morning.  That shows that you require more sleep and that one was right to put you to bed immediately yesterday afternoon.  It was not awkward for you, since you made sleep almost immediately and that you neither of you awoke in the afternoon nor night.” 

JL: “But I could not leave with the others and I missed my play on the television. Throughout all that, I did not deserve to be punished like Michel!” 

N:  “No worse, nor so better! I prefer that you are confined to bed to get your rest, instead of drifting outside with those I do not know which to make I know what or to tire you for a whole evening for no significance in front of a television screen!”

JL: “But Gaëlle and Viviane they could? And they are still little girls.”

G:  “Don’t kid yourself, big baby!” 

V:  “He is jealous!  He is jealous!”  

N: “Yes! You are jealous. I’m sorry that Michel and you were in bed while the girls and the others appreciated their day. This should not cause you to be resentful. I did not say that you were not upset for a boy of 16 years to be already undressed and into bed for a full day, whereas children much younger than you are still gathered together for countless hours.  I only said that this is not awkward since you were resting and that you slept during this time. Understand?” 

E:  “Well, Nadia.  I see that we agree! This is essential to speak to a boy of this age as it is the way it is to be!” 

JL:  “Yes, mum, I understood. But they were so obliged to put me to bed for the entire afternoon and it was boring to have to remain there for the day as if I was being punished! Even more, Betty and Christiane came and saw me in bed and in a girl’s nightgown still!” 

E:  “And then?  You have shame?  This is quite normal, that is what. But it is not significant.  Michel has also shame to be in bed so early in the evening and to be spanked bottom naked and punished in bed as a baby when he is foolish and when he has does not have good grades in the class.  That does not prevent me to continue to put him to bed every day after his dinner and to put him to bed as punishment each time it is needed, like yesterday afternoon.  He has whined and snivelled in vain that it is not right and that he is too old for that, but his behaviour proves the opposite.  Moreover, he has only to obey me!”

Michel is satisfied to redden and lower his head.  Viviane, she approves while laughing. 

V:  “Michel is a big disobedient baby who annoys me all the time.  It is fortunate that mum punishes him when he baffles me. And fortunately, he must be put to bed early for the evening.  We finally, at last, can have peace after he is in bed.” 

G: “Jean-Luc does the same thing with me!  It's a pity that he should not have to go to bed like your brother.  Yesterday, it so swelled to see him put to bed early. I was really satisfied!” 

N:  “I was satisfied too.” 

E:  “If I understand fully, there is only Jean-Luc himself which was not. But with the majority of the votes against him, it would be better that it is made apparent as it is already considered. What do you think about it, Nadia?  There is only the first step that counts.  He is annoyed, do you not believe?”

N:  “Let us test.  Let us try this as you suggested yesterday evening, just to see!” 

Jean-Luc is on his guard. Michel, Viviane and Gaëlle were intrigued in mockery, Elaine and Nadia smiling. 

E: “We will speak about it again at mid-day. Everyone will lunch together here today.



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When Michel and Jean-Luc arrive at the school, Betty and Christiane are already there, discussing with friends. They oblige the two boys while laughing sheepishly.”

B:  “Then, babies, slept well?” 

C:  “You must be well rested, I suppose.  Are your visits to bed finished?” 

B:  “Did you fold well your nightgowns and arrange them under your pillows?” 

C:  “Yes, so that you find them to turn over to sleep.  It is soon, so Michel’s young sister told us.”

Michel is red with shame and Jean-Luc of anger. 

JL: “Michel is obliged to go to bed early in the evening, but not me.” 

B:  “Too bad!  You are so nice in a yellow with stars and moons nightgown.” 

C:  “For us, if you do your studies before sleep so that one can then copy them and go out evenings with a quiet conscience, it is perfect.  You do not have to worry about us! You are very well to have to go to bed early, even at 3:00 pm in the afternoon.”

JL:  “I really do not hold to it!  Once is enough!” 

B:  “However you seemed very drowsy when we saw you in bed yesterday.”

JL:  “I know, I had drunk something which makes me sleep.” 

C:  “It is true.  Good hot milk in a feeding-bottle!”

Everyone bursts out laughing, except the two concerned ones obviously.  Jean-Luc feels covered with shame and reddens even more.  Michel keeps his obstinately head lowered.  Betty points out to him.

B:  “I see that you are acting as you did yesterday in bed.  You try to make yourself forget. It is you however who was punished to have quarrelled with your young sister.  It was because of you that Jean-Luc was put to bed also early in the afternoon.” 

M:  “It is not I that required it.  It is my sister who wanted it, and mother also agreed.  And then yesterday, I really slept when you both came in my room.  I did not hear you.  Moreover, as I was in punishment, I already had been put to bed two hours before Jean-Luc.”

C: “Here are your books, big babies.  Thank you very much.  You worked well.  Thanks to you, we could leave earlier and gained a great deal of time. You amused us well, and you also made our girlfriends laugh in the "Caramba", when we told them that two big boys of your age were punished to bed in nightgowns for the afternoon and were obliged to sleep after a feeding-bottle until the next morning!”

JL: “It is not my fault.” 

M: “Nor mine.  It is because of my sister, this small plague!” 

B:  “You, you were not in bed by chance!  Your mother had punished you!  That would not have taken place if you were nicer with your younger sister.  Well done for you!?  In any event, you were both perfectly ridiculous. Darling and ridiculous!  In any case, I do not regret having seen that.”

C:  “Oh, me neither!  It is true that they were ridiculous and ashamed for big boys as them to be confined to bed for a full day with a light girl’s nightdress, but I found them especially nice. They were ravishing in their small nightgowns in pastel colours and touching in their pretty pink sheets. I still see them as if they were there and I prefer them in bed like yesterday rather than allowed up and dressed as they are right now. I hope that it is provisional.  They are much more interesting and pleasant to see in bed!”

B: “Mmm Yes! Finally, I agree. To see them undressed and asleep punished in bed and both of us upright and close to them. It was rather pleasant and even exciting enough!” 

C:  “What I understood, Michel will soon return to bed!” 

M:  “Only this evening!” 

C:  “This evening, actually, it is immediately after your dinner.  That is what your young sister explained to us.” 

B:  “And sometimes even before. At what time you do dine?” 

M: “Mmmmh?  That depends uh, depends on my studies.  Towards 5:00 pm!”

B:  “Ooooh?  5:00pm? It is really late for a big baby like you!  Your mum is generous with you!  You generally have the time to do your studies before sleep!”

C:  “And when you do not have studies?” 

M:  “Normally also after dining.” 

B:  “Always?”

M:  “No. Sometimes I must go to bed and sleep immediately after returning from school.” 

B:  “Without dinner?” 

M: “Without dinner as yesterday.” 

C:  “Why so early?” 

M:  “When I am punished and when my mother arranges to go out earlier or to receive guests.”

B:  “Your mum really takes good care of her big baby!  She knows how to do it, fortunately. You are lucky! Rest, uniform hours and not being allowed to do any stupid things like that. The courses will start.  It is necessary to go to class.  We’ll meet at the table again at noon.”



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E:  “I hope that your two friends returned your books to you?” 

M: “Yes, mum! They also thanked us.” 

G:  “They also had to make fun of you, I imagine.  When they left yesterday, they had died of laughing to have seen two big childish fools as you already secured in bed at 3:00 pm in the afternoon!” 

JL:  “Oh, they were not as malicious as that.  They were especially curious.  They asked us questions.  It is necessary soon to return to class.” 

It is the moment for their mothers to give instructions to the two boys. 

N:  “My big boy, you will remain this evening with Michel.  You will return with him after school. Viviane will come to our place with Gaëlle.  You, while you are at her place, will obey Elaine.  You will do what she will say to you, as when she says it to you.  I spoke about it with her and we agree entirely.”

E:  “I think that it is clear, isn't that right Jean-Luc?  Then, you will return here with Michel directly after class.  Directly, understood?  Then into nightdress and bed immediately!”

M:  “Me too?”

E:  “Obviously, you big silly boy! You are the eldest one and the host of your friend.  You must set an example for him.  You would not like it that he goes to bed before you, all the same!  I want you undressed and in bed by 3:30 pm! Both of you!  If only one of you is late, you will be punished together, in bed all day Saturday and Sunday, with a good smacked naked bottom for each one!” 

V: “Oh, yes, mum. Yes! Cheer!” 

G:  “I agree also. I approve.” 

E:  “You heard?  The girls agree.  I do not ask you make such a concern of it, only to obey, and for this evening, once in bed, studies, dinner and feeding-bottle, then sleep.  Bedtime is at 5:00 pm at the latest.” 

N:  “5:00 pm! You see, my darling.  It is not so terrible.” 

JL:  “It is nevertheless much too early!  5:00pm! Nobody has to sleep that early!  And even less to be already in bed at 3:30 pm in the afternoon.” 

N:  “Yesterday you were in bed at 2:30 pm and that passed very well!  You slept like a baby until this morning!  And then you had the company of Michel.  You will have to go to bed and sleep at the same time.  It is not so hard if you were the only one in bed.”

JL: “Yes, but?”

E:  “It is enough, now!  You will do what your mum and I have decided, if not?” 

V:  “Yes, Smack, smack on your botty and into bed all the weekend!”

E:  “Perfect!  Viviane is right!” 

N:  “You see, cherished!  You had better calm down and obey nicely.  Or then, in addition to going to bed a little earlier than usual, you will be punished.”

JL:  “A little earlier? At 3:30 pm in the full afternoon?”

His mother slaps him round trip on both cheeks. 

N:  “Little impertinent!  Keep silent yourself and obey, agreed?”

G:  “Well done!” 

JL: “Yes in agreement!” 

N:  “You promise?”

JL: “Yes, mama? I promise it!” 

N:  “Well.  It is the hour to return to class.  I will not be there on your return, so Elaine will put to you to bed and make you sleep.”

She gives him a kiss and cherishes his cheek.  She continues. 

N:  “Here my darling.  Be a nice fellow.  Work well at school and do your studies before sleep.  You two, with Michel, will undoubtedly have finished more quickly.  I say to you good night already. I am sure that you will sleep like an angel until tomorrow.  Do not discuss it if his mum makes you dine and sleep a little in advance.  In all case, you will be already in bed, and then it will not matter. And say goodbye to Viviane and to your young sister. They will come on our premises after school.” 

G:  “Yes, but we will not go to bed after returning!  We will have fun together.  One will be able to use your electronic plays while you are lying there in nightgown. And then, you know what there is on television this evening? "Columbo"!  And you will be fuming needlessly of not being able to watch it because you must already be asleep for a long time before it begins. And like yesterday evening, you will miss your play as well. By the way, pity for you, it was enthralling. Poor baby!  Lastly, it is so much better for you.  Make a good long sleep in your new bed!”

V:  “Good-bye and good night, baby Jean-Luc!  Make beautiful dreams.  If you are quite wise, perhaps that you will be able to remain up for at least one moment during the weekend!  I forgot my big brother.  Goodbye and good sleep also, baby Michel!” 

The two boys grumble a vague "Goodbye" with their mocking young sisters who leave while running and laughing in good spirit. They are still turned around to make a sign of ridicule of the hand.  Michel and Jean-Luc return to school, strongly opposed to the agenda that awaits them in two small hours. 

JL: “This is really boring.  In bed by 3:30 pm! Do you realise?”

M:  “And how that I realise!  Believe me, I know what it is.  I am obliged to go there more and more often!  Twice in the last week and last Monday!  And yesterday you were in bed as a punishment at 12:30 pm. Moreover, still this afternoon.  I find that mum exaggerates for some time.” 

JL:  “You do not speak to her about it?”

M:  “She makes fun of me when I complain.  She says that I snivel like a baby and that I thus prove that it is right to put me to bed like a baby.  Finally, I am well obliged to obey her. I am her son. I live at home and she has the authority. She is not deprived to point out it to me!  Thus?” 

JL:  “You cannot do anything?”

M:  “No! And you could not do anything either if your mother decided in turn to put to you to bed early as often as mine.  Moreover, I believe that it is what they decided together.  They initially wanted you to remain on our premises, since it is already the practice for me for a long time.” 

JL: “I hope not!  Perhaps that it is only one exchange; Viviane staying at our premises and me on your premise.  And it is simply because your mother puts you early to bed that I must also go there, like yesterday.  You have just said that she had lately put you to bed several times immediately after school.  Therefore, today, it is no exception.

M:  “It is true.  Especially that I was punished yesterday afternoon.  She often sends me to bed early shortly after a punishment.” 

JL:  “Good.  That reassures me.  I will go to bed more willingly at present.” 

M:  “Therefore it is a lot better for you and me also to improve. I risk less that I am punished because of you, if you would disobey and protest to an extreme. Mum does not support that and I do not want to spend all the next weekend in bed as a punishment.  For today, in any event one will have to go to bed after returning.  One would not improve anything if he as much creates other problems and would not remain up a minute more.”

JL: “I agree! I understood.  I will obey without protesting so that you will not be punished because of me.”

M: “I prefer that.  I grieve for you, but nothing more. I am like you, I would like to go to bed later, but it is not me that decides.”

JL:  “You always had to go to bed so early?”

M:  “Since I began primary school, yes.  At six years of age.  I had to go to bed immediately after dining. I ate in a nightdress and then directly to bed and obliged to sleep immediately.” 

JL:  “While growing up, did you have permission to sleep later?” 

M:  “Not, never, on the contrary.  When my sister arrived, mum had less time to deal with and to supervise me.  She preferred to put me to bed earlier, and with me in bed, she did not have to be concerned about me, so she could deal with Viviane. When my sister started her course of dance and music after school, she had to dine later, after returning.  Mum often accompanied her because of the distance.  She then decided it would be the case, to make me dine and go to bed before she left.  It is there that I started to be prepared for the night from 5:00pm and even earlier!”

JL: “Thus you must go to bed even earlier than 6:00 pm?”

M:  “Generally, yes.  Before I dined around 6:00pm and I was in bed at 7:00pm approximately, at some of the times a little earlier, other times a little later.  Today, I must generally dine before mum and Viviane because of the activities of my sister, and I am obliged to go to sleep immediately afterwards.  In this manner, they do not have to be concerned any more with me for the remainder of the evening and can do what they want, together or separately.” 

One will go to class for the courses of the afternoon.  The boys are again welcomed with mockeries.

B:  “Here you here.  You are not yet in bed?” 

C:  “It is true!  How is this possible?  You have to go at 3:00 pm in the afternoon of course?”

JL:  “Oh, no.  Not so.  3:30 pm!”

One laughs at his counterpart which one takes for a joke, but Betty has a doubt.  She tries to measure the boys continuously on the same tone. 

B:  “One would say that it was almost true. But yesterday, you were already in bed one hour earlier.  Would your mums have become so broad of ideas?”

M: “No, but as we have courses up to 3:00 pm, it is initially essential to depart on time.” 

C:  “Therefore, it is true!”

 JL: “Unfortunately, yes.” 

This time the laughter takes on more sarcasm.  They stop only because it is the hour of the first lesson of the afternoon.  It is finally 3:00pm and the courses are finished for today.  Some of the students are delighted, since there are a few studies for the following day and that time is superb.  For Michel and Jean-Luc, however, enthusiasm is moderate.  For they have only the right to go to bed for the remainder of the day. They do not have any another possibility but to decline the invitation to go with the others to a coffee bar that their friends will commence to have fun with them by ridicule. Christiane and Betty propose to accompany them "to the foot of their beds".  It is only a small detour from the swimming pool as was intended. The prospect embarrasses Michel less than Jean-Luc.  All the four however take together the way of the boys’ room.  One chatters on the way while walking quickly.  Christiane makes the remark to Michel. 

C:  “You seem to be quite in a hurry to return, by a so good of good weather.  You are bored already to sleep?”

M:  “Not, especially no!  But if one is late, the question of sleep will be quite worse for us, all the day in bed as punishment, both Saturday and Sunday. I really do not want to be held to it and Jean-Luc either, I imagine.”

JL:  “Ah, no!!  That is enough of that!  Two days of being confined to bed since the middle of the afternoon, is already not funny.  Then a whole weekend, all of the day?” 

B:  “Most especially as I envision sunny weather for the weekend!” 

M:  “Then, with the chance that I have, I will be surely punished.” 

B:  “You believe that it is a question of chance or bad luck?  I think that it is rather because you are a big disobedient boy whose mum is obliged to treat him like a dirty kid who deserves to be put to bed early like a baby!” 

C:  “Well said, Betty!”

JL: “But for me, I do not have anything to do there.” 

B:  “You claim to be a nice fellow, or you are too big to be punished in bed for your behaviours of an unpleasant boy?” 

M:  “In any case, your sister finds that you annoy her as much as me. She said that it was well done for you yesterday, if you were already in bed at 2:30pm in the afternoon.” 

JL:  “It is only because she is jealous that I am bigger and extremely intelligent than she.  She cannot bear to be the younger one.”

C:  “Eh well, if only for this small utterance, I would send you to bed completely for a good long time!” 

B:  “Me too!  But it is not necessary.  We arrive.  Our so strong and intelligent big boys will be able to put their nightgowns on and go to sleep immediately.  In this manner, the babies will not have to be present with the young girls. They will be well with the shelter in their pink sheets and behind their closed shutters, while the little girls make their silliness of young girls between them, outside or in front of the television, and while the babies are bored and annoyed. With each one in their place, one should not at all mix.”  The sarcastic remarks of Betty are interrupted by the voice of Elaine, seated in the garden with three other women, two younger and one older. 

E:  “Here are finally those two youngsters.  I wondered whether you would be on time.”

C:  “They were accompanied so that they did not drift in way!” 

E:  “Then they can thank you.  You prevented them from being punished.  Isn't that true boys?  Now thank your friends.  And also say goodbye to them also, your beds await you.” 

M:  “Thank you girls.  Goodbye and have fun.  One will study tomorrow.” 

JL:  “Until tomorrow. We will not able to accompany you to the swimming pool.” 

C:  “Good night, boys.  You will go quickly to bed.  You will finish your studies and sleep. Fortunately, there is very little of it for tomorrow.” 

B:  “I hope that you will have all the same a good feeding-bottle before sleep.  Then, make beautiful dreams.  That is more important than the television.” 

E:  In any case, they will not have it in the least. And one needs to prepare, now. Do you go to the swimming pool soon?”

C:  “Yes.  We will move swiftly ourselves in water while they will move swiftly to get in their beds.”

E:  “It is well.  Thus, each one has the place that he/she deserves. Goodbye girls, enjoy bathing and good evening. As for you two babies, say hello to Janine, Helene and Sylvie, and slide into bed!  They will come up a little later to say good night, when I go up to make you sleep. The almost confined to bed boys greet the three guests politely in amusement and very much surprised of their destination.”

 J:  “Hello?  For you, so that I understood, the day is already finished yet?”

M:  “Yes, Madam.  We must go to bed immediately; do our studies in bed and sleep.” 

H:  “You must be quite unpleasant boys to deserve to be sent to bed like that, in a normal afternoon.” 

M:  “I quarreled yesterday with my young sister.”

H:  “And you, Jean-Luc, What did you do?”

JL:  “I am not punished.  I must only go to the bed at the same time as Michel because I sleep in his room.” 

S:  “Ah you are his guest! It is true that it is necessary to respect the practices and the rules of his hosts.”

E:  “His mum is my friend and she entrusted him to me for a few days.  He will benefit from it and I will instill upon him some improved principles made to order for a boy of his age. I do not find him not disciplined or regulated enough, and not rested enough. His mum also thinks that, as she appreciates my way of educating Michel.”

The boys excuse themselves and go up to their room.  They remain however for a moment still the center of conversation.

J:  “An outward journey to bed early is appropriate to the training?” 

E:  “Absolutely.  Believe me, it is effective. It is preventive as much as repressive. It is repressive, because they hate to be punished in bed.  They have to be undressed and be put to bed early in shame, in view of younger kids familiar to them. They cannot do silly things or get together with bad influences. It is time to check where are two big babies are. Michel?”  It is Jean-Luc who answers at the window of their room, just above the garden where the four women are seated around tea and cakes.

JL:  “Michel is in the toilet.”

E:  “I hope that he is already undressed, at least.” 

JL:  “Yes.  He is ready.  He wears a nightdress.”

E:  “And you?  Show yourself a little better, so I can see that you have your nightgown on. You do not have to hide yourself; you already said that it was ravishing and that you were nice with it.  I am sure that my friends are of the same opinion.”

The three guests approve while laughing.” 

E:  “Well you go to bed now.  I will come up in half an hour to bring to you something to eat. By then, you will have finished your studies.”

JL:  “Half an hour is not very long. I believed that we had up to 5:00 pm.”

E:  “5:00pm was the latest, but earliest is best!  Your friends said that you had to make very little for tomorrow. Then you clearly will not continue to discuss this. I do not want you to waste time, so into bed and work!”

JL:  “Yes, immediately.”

He is withdrawn. He hears her in the garden speak with her friends about training. The guests of Elaine are at the same time surprised, admiring and are charmed by the situation. 

H:  “Eh it is good to see two boys of this age obey and go to bed at 3:00pm. Do many mothers envy you?” 

S:  “It is true.  How do you do it?” 

E:  “It is a question of authority, tone and consequence.  The stricter the rules are, the easier it is to make them respect.  One should never yield, on the contrary.  Even if I am sometimes too severe when I punished Michel wrongfully, I never change my opinion.  I never reduce a measure that I took, especially if it persists. In this case, I am rather accustomed to making it better and, if he protests too much, I put him to bed even earlier and for a longer time. It is rather a deterrent.” 

S: “I imagine.” 

J:  “Indeed.  I would not like to be obliged to go so early either.” 

H:  “Me neither!  I imagine that for boys like Michel and Jean-Luc it must be even more difficult. In their place, I would be truly ashamed to be put to bed like babies of 17 or 18 years.  And in a nightgown moreover, that one has just seen!”

J:  “It is true.  Do you also oblige them to go to bed? In my opinion I present myself poorly to make boys do that for themselves.” 

E:  “Michel has always slept in a nightdress. I never allowed him pyjamas.  Today, at his age, one finds some for boys, but those for girls are very well, as you saw!  They are much prettier on them and comfortable in bed than dreadful pyjamas.  Michel does not want to acknowledge it, but I know that he prefers them too.”

J:  “His friend too?” 

E:  “Oh, for Jean-Luc it is very recent.  His mother and I put him to bed early yesterday afternoon for the first time, with Michel who was already in bed as punishment.  I lent him a nightdress of my son’s, as it was too small for him.  He is one year older than Jean-Luc. 

H:  “Do they wear briefs below?” 

E:  “Of course not.  They must be naked on the bottom.  It is why they are more pleasant than pyjamas, and nicer!  They do not have anything other than their nightdress on while they are consigned to the bed.  Their other clothing is under key.  They would be much more constrained to rise without permission to be shown in a very short nightgown than in pyjamas!” 

S:  “It is true. They surely prefer to remain discreet in bed instead of ridiculing themselves in front of the others.” 

J:  “Especially if the others are friends or children younger than them.” 

S:  “Or of the girls!” 

E:  “You are right.  They do not appreciate that completely!  Yesterday afternoon, for example, it was their younger sisters who made them sleep after their feeding-bottles.” 

S:  “Feeding-bottles?” 

E:  “Yes.  It is much more practical for drinking in bed.  And it has a better flow, even for big babies like Michel and Jean-Luc. Jean-Luc was particularly embarrassed to have had to drink from the feeding-bottle and also be prepared to sleep by his young sister and that of Michel.  Michel is always opposed, but he has plenty of practice already.  He is always put to bed and obliged to sleep well before Viviane.  Moreover, he is often spanked bare bottom and punished in bed because he is not nice to her.  When it is she that brings to him his dinner or feeding-bottle once in bed, and closes his blinds and draws his curtains so that he sleeps, he is very upset. She does not deprive herself to make fun of him, especially if he is punished because of her and she is in the company of a girlfriend.  She tucks him in and embraces him before wishing him good night while it still daylight, whereas she can remain up, go outside, play with her friends and watch television. That upsets him very, very much!” 

H:  “I understand it.  I would also be upset in his place.  But I find that you are right.  You look after yourself and you look after him too!  I am sure that does a lot of good for him to rest longer and to sleep earlier.”

J:  “It is critical at his age.”  

E:  “Oh, with Michel, I did not wait until he is 18 years old!  I always put him to bed early, immediately after dining, and I always bed punished him.  I spank his buttocks also, but to stay in bed is more advantageous, for him, his young sister and me!”

S:  “Since he has to go to bed early, what time does he go? 3:30pm as today?” 

E:  “Not every day! For a long time, we dined around 6:00pm and he had to sleep at 7:00pm.”

J:  “At his age, you made him sleep later?”

E:  “Not at all, on the contrary.  Viviane has to get ready for dance and swimming.  She has to be driven after school.  She returns sometimes later to dine and I as well like to accompany her, especially to the swimming pool.  In this case, I give dinner earlier to Michel and I put him to bed immediately and to save time, I generally make him dine in his nightdress and in bed.  Generally he must sleep around 5:30PM or 6:00PM.”

S:  “Every evening?” 

E:  “Yes all of the days.” 

S:  “Even on the weekend?

E:  “Oh, the weekend his bedtime it is not so regular.  If he is punished, he remains in bed all of the day, on both Saturday and Sunday, and he must sleep for the night already after lunch. If he were well obedient and if he worked well during the entire week, I sometimes allow him to look at one moment of television on Saturday evening.  On the other hand on Sunday, I like to put him to bed earlier than during the week and to make him sleep after a feeding-bottle and without dinner.  Moreover, if I have guests, I prefer also to put him to bed beforehand. I do not feel compelled by a moral obligation and I don’t have to be at all concerned and avoid these tiresome quarrels in the company of his young sister.”

S:  “And do you plan to soften this schedule?” 

E:  “Oh, no not for the world! As long as he will not be 21 years old, he remains under my responsibility and my authority, unless he continues to live at home, then he will continue to go to bed early and in punishment.”

H:  “Do you allow him to read before sleeping?” 

E:  “When I put him to bed by day without being punished and if he does not have any more school duties, he can read or listen to the radio until dinner.  But once that he has eaten and drinks his feeding-bottle, it is immediate sleep at any hour. His blinds are lowered, his curtains drawn and the light extinguished.” 

J:  “And you are sure that he obeys?” 

E: “I installed a monitor, you know, the one that allows you to hear what occurs in a room of a child.  If he makes noise, one hears it downstairs and he knows that he will be punished.  Moreover, his sister or I from time to time check on him to see that he sleeps.. And I put mélatonine in his feeding-bottle of milk, which helps him sleep.  It is natural and very effective. With that, he easily makes a turn in bed without awakening, and even more.”

 J:  “Therefore, he always obeys?”

E:  “The last time where he disobeyed, it was during the holidays, one early afternoon after lunch when I put him to bed as punishment because he had not arranged his room.  After I had left with Viviane and he wanted to benefit from it.  There was a noise while returning, without him knowing it. While going up, I found his radio under his bed, along with a comic strip!  He was entitled to a good smacking bare bottom in front of Viviane and several of her girlfriends, and then he had to remain in the corner in his nightdress for one hour and put him straight to bed for 10 days. Since then, he did disobey any more.” 

S:  “In his place, I would obey too!” 

E:  “Eh well, let us see whether Jean-Luc and also Michel obeyed me today.  I will prepare and bring their afternoon snack to them in bed.  I hope for them that they will have done their studies well and indeed finished them. As it was made known by Christiane and Betty, it was a little thing, a repetition of German vocabulary.  By questioning their respective bed confined pals mutually, they saved time and knew their lesson at the end of fifteen minutes.  Jean-Luc had sat up, supported with his pillows, while Michel had remained stretched, leaning on the elbow of his right arm.  They had already closed their books when Elaine and her guests entered the room of the studious pupils so precociously confined to bed.  These ladies arrive while laughing wholeheartedly and while joking by the way "these young people are obeying in their nice pink sheets their girlish nightdresses.”

J: “If I had a boy of your age, I would like him to obey his mum as well and, especially, that I can put him as early to bed as you.”

H: “I have one of them, but he would be too ashamed to be obliged to be put to bed like a baby and he would already find it completely ridiculous to be in bed at this hour and in nightgown, moreover!”

S: “I have a ten year old girl who would be of the same opinion, especially for boys like you.  But the fact remains that I find that Elaine is right.” 

E:  “I do too. They are indeed ridiculous and ashamed, which it is quite normal.  But that does not change anything. Ashamed and ridiculous or not, they already wear a nightdress and are in bed. Then, youngsters did you do your work well?”

M:  “Yes, mum, we revised all our German lessons.” 

JL: “Yes, Madam.  We questioned each other.” 

E:  “Very well.  That prevents me from punishing you and will enable you to sleep a little earlier.  You surely need some.” 

JL: “I am not tired, especially while sleeping so early already yesterday.” 

E:  “No need to be tired to have to go to bed early.  In any event, that does you a lot of good even if that annoys you a great deal. Be aware that if I did not compel you to undress and go to bed early, you would not do it.”

JL: “Ah no then!” 

M:  “Me neither!” 

E:  “You see. Thus I am right. And then, in the judgment of your friends, you are compelled to go to bed earlier, it is not you who decides that. They are less ashamed for you all the same.”

JL: “The others make fun of us all the same.”

J:  “Oh, it is not so serious! It is only necessary to let them comment.”

S:  “And laughter! It is unusual to be undressed and be put to bed so early at your age than at theirs. In your place, they would have shame and would feel ridiculous.  That is why they make fun of you.  And the more you are ashamed and how you react to their mockeries, the more they will make fun of you.  It is best is to explain to them that you simply obey your mums. You do not like it but they have the right to put you to bed as much and as early as they wish. You are well obliged to obey them, moreover!”

J:  “We are very pleasant with you.  We bring your afternoon snack to you in bed; a bowl of porridge and a feeding-bottle of good milk for each one.”

E:  “We will help you to sit up.”

They rest against their pillows propped up with the assistance of hastened visitors who discover by light how their nightgowns are, thus better for confined to bed boys. 

H:  “I acknowledge that it is a revelation. Your small nightdresses suit you as well as to girls, and perhaps even better!” 

E:  “Do not compliment them to much, for that will make them even more pretentious!”

J:  “But that can make them appreciate to be in bed like babies.” 

E:  “If that were the case, they might like to be put to bed all the day, then how could I punish them in the future?” 

JL:  “For me no risks!” 

M:  “For me neither!” 

E:  “Perfect, bed punished boys! And then, yum yum and sleep!” 

S:  “Could we help to give them their meal?”

E:  “They are babies, but big babies.  They are able to eat porridge and drink from their feeding-bottles by themselves.” 

S:  “But would that please me.”

J:  “Me too.”

E:  “As you wish. Helene and I will return in ten minutes to make sleep for our two babies in bed.”

Janine sat down at the edge of Michel’s bed and attaches a baby’s bib around his neck.  Sylvie settles down at the bedside of Jean-Luc and in fact does the same to him. 

S:  “It is to better protect your so nice small nightdress.  It would be a pity to dirty it.”

E:  “And not only for the nightdress, also for him.  That would be worth a smacking and a weekend of bed punishment, and for Michel too.” 

Elaine and Helene both depart. Bowls and feeding-bottles are deposited on each night table.  The window is opened wide and the sun of this beautiful afternoon floods the room of the two boys.  Michel’s bed is directly enlightened. 

J:  “Oh, you have the light in the eyes!  I will move to hide it a little. Is it better?”

M:  “Yes.  Thank you Madam.”

J:  “Open your mouth! Very well you!”

S:  “Hold Jean-Luc, good porridge before the bottle. One spoonful for mama, one spoonful for your young sister, I beg your pardon but what is her name?”

JL: “Her name is Gaëlle, Madam.”

S:  “A spoonful for Gaëlle, a spoonful for Elaine. One can ask some questions between two mouthfuls.” 

S:  “Is it new for you, young man to be already put to bed in the afternoon?”

JL: “The second time since yesterday.” 

S:  “I suppose that annoys you a little.” 

JL: “Not only a little!” 

S:  “However, I find that you are very well like that in bed and in nightgown.” 

JL: “Personally, I would prefer being up, dressed and out with my friends from class and able to look at television this evening.” 

S:  “It would be a pity! I would not have sat at the edge of your bed to give you porridge with the spoon. Do you not appreciate that?”

The skirt of the visitor went up on her naked thighs.  Jean-Luc noticed and Sylvie observed that he also had noticed. She smiles.

S:  “You see! To be already in bed he has also charm. He reddens like a peony in his pink sheets and above his pillows of pink and white.” 

S:  “Very well.  You match here with your bed linen!” 

Michel swallows the spoonfuls of porridge on his side that Janine gives him. 

J:  “You seem less opposed than Jean-Luc, isn't this so, Michel?” 

M:  “It is because I am accustomed to being in bed early.  But I am like him, I would like to be able to go out and go to bed much, much later.”

J:  “But is she not all the same obliged to put you to bed early every day?”

M: “Fortunately not!  In theory it is only when I am punished.  Usually mum puts me to bed after dining.” 

J:  “Well you see!  It is reasonable.” 

M:  “In the beginning, yes. It was at 7:00pm.  But, now, mum makes me dine earlier and I am almost always tucked in for the night between 5:00pm and 6:00pm.”

J:  “It is not so terrible. The earlier you sleep is in all likelihood an advantage for Elaine.

Thus you do not have reason to feel sorry for yourself.”

M:  “It is for that reason moreover, mum often puts me to bed as punishment, sometimes all of the afternoon or all of the day.” 

J:  “She would not have to punish you if you were more obedient and reasonable.  You do not have shame at your age that one is still obliged to spank and put you to bed as punishment?” 

M:  “Generally, it is because of my sister.  She provokes me, and when I reply she cries and mum puts me to bed straight away. Sometimes she blames me for something that I did not do. Mum always believes her and puts me to bed as punishment.” 

J:  “Oh the poor big brother who is punished in bed because of his small sister who is ten years old younger than him!  You do not have any shame to justify your actions in this manner. This is a reaction of a small kid.  I understand why your mum spanks your buttocks and put you to bed like a baby, and why she makes you wear a feminine nightdress and why that suits you so well.  You do not act your age.”

He also reddens without replying to her.

 J:  “Well.  His bowl is finished and now your feeding-bottle!” 

They suck their teats confined to bed, while the improvised baby-sitters Helene and Elaine are waiting under their window above the garden.

E:  “Where are our babies?” 

S:  “They ate all their porridge.”

J:  “And now, they drink their milk.” 

E:  “Well, as soon as they finish, they will wash their teeth and make their needs. I will come up to make them sleep immediately. See that Jean-Luc does not forget to take my chamber-pot for the night!” 

J:  “You heard boys?” 

M:  “Yes, Madam.  I am finished and I now go to the bathroom.” 

Michel puts back his feeding-bottle on his night table, pushes back his cover and leaves his bed temporarily in his nightgown of white and pink. 

J:  “Ooooh!  Absolutely ravishing! Frankly I prefer you this way than fully clothed. By seeing you in your nightdress, I agree with your mum.” 

He obscures himself without anything to say while Jean-Luc swallows his last mouthful.  He hesitates to rise in the presence of the two visitors. 

S:  “Let us go, young man.  It is necessary to obey Elaine.  Quickly wash your teeth and go to the toilet.” 

J: “Do not forget the dirt of day! He is resigned to leave his sheets despite the fact he is drawing attention to his bottom from under his short nightgown, to the great amusement of the two women. 

J:  “You will not obstruct for us! You are as nice as your friend. You make me want to spank your naughty bottom. If I were your mum, I believe that I would do it!” 

Elaine and Helene arrive on the floor while Michel moves over to the bed, followed by Jean-Luc.  The three visitors burst of laughing at the sight of two boys, walking with heads bowed in their short girls nightdresses and each holding a chamber-pot.  Jean-Luc is embarrassed even more than Michel, because of the shortness of his childish nightgown of pale yellow as he tries to cover himself awkwardly with his free hand.  The boys slip again into their sheets.  Sylvie tucks Jean-Luc in bed and fluffs his pillows.  Janine does the same for Michel. Helene gathers empty feeding-bottles and bowls.  After having lit the bedside lamp of Jean-Luc, Elaine lowers the blinds and closes the curtains, then turns on the child monitor.  She orders both bed confined boys to prepare for sleep immediately.  She wishes them a good and early night, of beautiful dreams and a soothing rest.  She threatens them with a good smacked naked bottom and one whole weekend in bed in the event of disobedience.  She finally allows them to sleep for the night at 4:00pm in the early afternoon, extinguishing their lamp, in darkness, the door closed and locked. They have only a moment to hear the four women laugh about them in the garden before descending into a peaceful, deep sleep.